Ammare

Pino chiedeva sempre: dove vai ammare ste’state?

Lo diceva con quell’accento palermitano, caldo e musicale.

Mi faceva ridere, ridevamo.

Adesso che non c’è più rido da solo, con immota malinconia.

Pino used to ask me: where are you going “ammare” (to the sea) this summer?

He was speaking with that Palermo accent, warm and melodious.

He made me laugh, we laughed.

Now that he’s no longer with us I laugh alone, with endless sadness.