-Brother-
Dear Brother
May I be your age now
For when I was
Only sixteen
In the Ocean of Love I learned how to wreck
For when I was
Only sixteen
I was puking
Not blood
but
Sea Breeze.
-Fratello-
Caro fratello
Potessi avere la tua età adesso
Che io
A sedic' anni
Per l'Oceano dell Amore imparavo a naufragare
Che io
A sedic' anni
Vomitavo
Non sangue
ma
Brezza Marina.
-This was a poem that literally appeared in from of me, word by word, at the end of a dream. I woke up and transcribed it as it appeared. This is the translation I'm currently less happy about. It feels a bit off to me but maybe it will sound ok to English speakers.
