Town Feast Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

I was among a few, stranger
A little bit
Wanted
By the group; then I went
Away.
I was with you where a time
There was the earth.
You are far-off:
There past fellows put their
Dusty footsteps,
Before the snowfalls.
Now there is the asphalt,
Everything hardened:
I don't know the reason.
People are as leaves that
Wind takes away,
With the scent of my beloved
Girl of the merry-go-round.
The feast will come
Back on the square:
I feel something
That is not pain.
At least, maybe,
I succeed in being
Happy, too.

(Mornese,10th of September,2014)