At the age of seven, on summer evenings I used to walk
In the solitude of the beach, with no sound and no talk
And I used to sit silent on the sand just taking a look
Writing sensations with my pencil on an old notebook.
In the warm and calm water one evening I saw a man swimming,
Well, I could not take my eyes off his fabulous black skin!
And then he came out of the water: I had never seen a man that tall
Each line of his body highlighted by the red of the setting sun.
And that's how I ended up running to the beach before each dinner
To join my hidden corner of paradise and join the beloved stranger:
Well disciplined, I sat unseen and I spent my time as always:
Writing, taking inspiration from him, the wind and the waves.
One night a woman came in little summer dress, and I was there
"Bruno", she said to him, "dinner is ready if you leave the water"
Bruno smiled mysteriously and asked which dinner was she talking about
Depending on the answer, he would have stayed and swam or would get out
As Bruno approached her, I realized that it was time to leave
"Just pretend that you are here by chance, a random passing kid!"
Yet when Bruno whispered something in her ear, I stayed...
And when, laughing, she gave him an answer, I stayed.
And I stayed when I saw the sweet move that he made,
And I stayed, and I stayed, and I stayed.