In my house where it's always summer
she always comes, there,
to visit me in her cathartic and chameleonic dream,
where she rests her feet, violets bloom,
where she points with her hand, the sun is always seen,
the heart, it can be seen in transparency, is a rose.
And where she sits, she leaves bushes of "forget-me-not"
disappearing into that blue,
submerging among the leaves like oxygen.
Lei Verrà (Live From Bolgona, Italy/1995)