La Donna Cannone

La donna cannone, with that song on her lips,
she shines this way,
her shoulders turn, without saying a word to you.

Traveling on that train,
she will not return,
she is headed for that silent hill,
without breath, without a single tear,
headed in the direction of obscure thoughts,
she fades away, without saying a word to you.

In her heart, and in her soul - sweetness,
she remembers you this way, with that song on her lips,
that shines this way.
Seems almost what it is, this happiness,
traveling on trains,
amongs the waves of open sea,
in silence, listening to hear the echo of your voice.

So far away, la donna cannone tears herself
away from this sense of being here, this comfort,
which was never here.
Her shoulders turn, without saying a word to you.

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I would love to hear this evoca'd. Or set to music, like low jazz....I love the lyrical flow to this, the imagery is just astounding.
Thank you so much for sending this to me...it's like a little story set in a random moment in anytime, anywhere....
just lovely.