May is coming soon, my favorite month, I wanted to create, this is what this month reminds me of, below is one of my favorite poems: "It was of May" (S. di G.)

Verse 1

It was of May, and they were falling into your lap bunches and bunches of red cherries, Fresh was the air and all of the garden was scented with rose, for a hundred paces.

It was of May; I, no, I don’t forget a song sung with two voices; more time passes and more I remember fresh was the air and the sweet song.

And she said: “Love, love! my love, you’re going far away; you’re leaving me and I count the hours, who knows when you shall return!”

I responded: “I will return when the roses return, if this bloom returns in May, then in May I will be here.”

Verse 2

And I returned, and now, like that time, we sing together the old song; time passes and the world turns, but true love, no, that doesn’t change course.

Of you, my beauty, I fell in love, if you remember, in front of the fountain: The water there inside never dries, and a wound of love never heals.

It never heals; that healed if it could be, my joy, amidst this perfumed air I would not be looking at you!

And I say to you: “Love, love! my love, returned I have, May returns and love returns, do with me what you wish!”