Memorial from Picturesque by Amalia Bloom

The sun is high in the sky,
it fills the empty space
between the cobblestones
of the road we walked
that day, when you were
wearing a red rose
in the curls of your hair,
right before asking me
“Can you please ask again?”

Now I cling to anesthetics
to place order in my mind
‘cause every song that I hear
sounds like
notes covered in grime.
Smoking green leaves,
I’ve been searching
for a moment of pure love,
the much-vaunted I have strived for
when I was used to feeling something.
I felt true.

The memory of you
sings along with
the sound of a violin
gently carried by the wind.
I had too much to say,
but I said nothing

and gave you my silver ring.
As I kneeled down,
you turned around and
fixed your look on mine
and time stopped,

we listened to all the sounds:
the bells were ringing loud,
the breeze was like your whisper.
The wind stops blowing,
the daydreaming ends,
I’ll keep walking.

Yes, you said.
I will remember,
I will cherish that moment
forever.

• Punk
• post-hardcore
• punk rock
• Vicenza