A mystery that i know

´ts a mystery
How you make me feel,
You…at the edge of the pain..
You tell me to smile to the future..

And there’s always a future
For a filled-love person who
Deals with pain everyday,
Cause you have got to believe,
If you really want something

That’s what you will get.

Gully, you little huge-hearted friend
I know that life will always make questions,
I wish you knew how many answers you gave
To me, to a velvet-hearted friend.

I know you make me speechless,
Everytime you call me “sweety” or “awesome”
I know you speak your mind when you do
It’s true
And you are the same for me,
There will not be any pain, death(damn I hate this word)
That can ever keep us away from eachother and I don’t hope that,
Cause you and me, my star,

My thousand-crazy joy friend
We know that deep mistery
You mistery, divine miracle,
You made this poor poet
that loves you happy again.

It’s strange, im writing it in Italian,
But friendship is bordless,
Cause if you ever ask help one day..
You will not have to see too far away..
Cause I will be there.

Marco Vasselli

to  Gudrun Lilja Jonòsdòttir

my icelanic star

( wich translated my poem from the italian )