CONSPIRARE CHRISTMAS

ed a lei che m’innamora
conta i palpiti e i sospir.
Dille pur che lontananza
il mio duol non può lenir,
che se nutro una speranza,
ella è sol nell’avvenir.
Dille pur che giorno e sera
conto l’ore del dolor,
che una speme lusinghiera
mi conforta nell’amor.
Go tell her, tell my beloved
How much I long for her and sigh.
Tell her that with her so far away,
My grief can never be allayed,
That the only hope I cherish
Is for my future to be spent with her.
Tell her that day and night
I count the hours of my yearning,
That hope, a sweet hope beckons,
And comforts me in my love.
—Anonymous
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
—Rumi
Sicut Cervus
Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum
ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus
—Psalm 42
As the hart desires springs of water,
so longs my soul for thee, God.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
— W. S. Merwin
Into More Pieces
does it break my heart / of course
every moment of every day,
into more pieces than my heart was made of
—Jonathan Safran Foer
(So longs my soul for thee…)
Look over here / Look over there
Look all around me everywhere
Well it really doesn’t matter / Which way I wanna go
‘Cause the night is fallin’ / And I’m a long long way from home
I am a long long way from home, yes I am
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