Yesterday sleeping I drew the sky. I used the pink as the sunsets that in childhood I waited to go to bed with them, the purple as the clouds that as a boy I ran after, the red as the roses that you liked, I used the blue as the nights when in youth I hugged you, the yellow as the sun that with light has illuminated throughout the life our love and lastly the grey as the tears that as an old man I have to shed for not having you with me anymore.
6.10.'13
The original poem ("I colori del cielo") is in Italian. I apologize for the translation. Corrections are welcome. As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.