如果你把我忘了

If you forget me I want you to know one thing You know how this is if I look at the crystal moon at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log eveything carries me to you as if everything that exists aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little If suddenly you forget me do not look for me for I shall already have forgotten you