Keeper of the flame

Tempo fa una cena a lume di candela, Nina Simone cantava “The keeper of the flame”. Non ho più toccato la candela, rimasta simbolo di una storia interrotta troppo presto con la sensazione che oltre le reciproche paure ci fosse ancora molto da consumare.

Played with fire and I was burn
Gave a heart but I was spurn
All these time I have yearned
Just to have my love return

Years have passed by
The spark still remains
True love can’t die
It smoulders in flame

When the fire is burning off
And the angels call my name
Dying love will leave no doubt
I’m the keeper of the flame