The First Bunch Of Flowers Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

At fourteen
one can live on love alone
and today it's the birthday
that for months he had been waiting for
to say “I love you”
to his girl
with the smile on the mouth
and the heart trembling
with emotion.
The boy runs
with the flowers in the hand
barely bought
and already withered
because he cannot pay more,
with the hair ruffled
by the rain and by the sweat,
with the eyes wide opened
for the joy and for the pride,
with the lips whispering
a promise
for life.

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