Ay! Carmela

Oh Carmela, your eyes hurt me
Sowing stubble
Cinnamon in the snow
Like two caravels
So painted, so childish, so light

Miniskirt
With a bike on your back
And indiscreet nose
Little more to say
It's urgent to survive
You deserve a poet boyfriend

Don't ask me to die for you
What's left of me
Is auctioned to the highest bidder
Like a meager mutiny
On the wretched ship of dawn

Don't force me to cheer for you
Continue on your path alone
After all, I don't even know
How much destiny charges us

In the bars of the forum
You broke the script
Of a movie with a happy ending
There was no blonde in the chorus
More parrot-like or more Norma Jean

And after the fair and school
The hysteria and fear
If you feel like counting
Shoulders to cry on
You'll have a spare hand and six fingers

I don't tire of talking to you
Even though soon my voice
Sounds like a repeated grain of rice
And abandoning you is playing
With the random fires of oblivion

Nothing dawns, everything ages
Iron your tulle veil
Perhaps tomorrow at your window
Another blue prince will call

And I don't know how
To stop adoring you without grief
Between never and who knows
When you burn your ships
Don't lose me the keys to heaven