We will never...

We will never...

We will never walk down the Champs-Élysées,
pausing in front of every glittering shop window,
because you can't take your eyes off the shoes;
nor will we reach the Louvre via the Place de la Concorde,
to smile together with the Mona Lisa
and shared our love and joy with her;
we won't even visit the old Red Windmill,
that is, Moulin Rouge and enjoy the can-can,
while you elbow me and give me a mischievous look,
and we will never be on top of the Eiffel Tower,
try Croque Monsieur or Quiche Lorraine,
we will not under Montmartre from Le mur des je t'aime
read how to say "I love you" in 300 languages,
and you know that "To love means chaos.. therefore we love",
"Aimer c'est du désordre... alors aimons".
No, we will never visit Paris!

We will never read Shakespeare's lines,
from the plaque on the wall of Juliet's alleged house,
nor take pictures next to her bronze statue,
holding our hands on her chest, like superstitions
or play Romeo and Juliet under the balcony;
we will not in the crowded Roman theater Arena
enjoy all those plays and operas,
for which we bought tickets months in advance;
we will not visit the monument of Dante Alighieri
and thank him because he helped poets at that time
to emphasize in their works - love.
No, we will never visit Verona!

We will never pass through Constantine's triumphal arch,
on the way to the Flavian Amphitheater, i.e. the Colosseum;
our feet shall not tread the picturesque squares:
Piazza Navona, Piazza Venezia, Piazza del Popolo,
we will not take the stairs from Piazza di Spagna
to Trinità dei Monti Church and Via dei Condotti,
counting all 138 steps, with kisses and laughter;
our love will not be tested by Bocca della Verita;
the sun will not shine on us through the oculus of the Pantheon;
The Trevi Fountain will remain without our coins;
we will not compare ice creams while feeding each other
purchased at Il Gelato di San Crispino and Giolitti;
we will not rest on a bench in the Villa Borghese park.
No, we will never visit Rome!

We will never visit historic Sensoji,
pass through the Kaminarimon and Hozomon gates,
nor buy souvenirs in Nakamise Street;
we will not enjoy cherry blossoms during spring,
nor organize a picnic in Shinjuku Gyoen Park;
we won't learn to cook at Tsukiji Market;
or just enjoy the view of the glittering city
by climbing the Tōkyō tawā or Tokyo Skytree,
or taking a ride on the Sumida-gawa river;
we will not take selfies illuminated by billboards
at the intersection of Shibuya sukuranburu kōsaten.
No, we will never visit Tokyo.

We will never visit some city of love!
We won't, but maybe I will or maybe you will.
Maybe then everything will be just as we imagined,
but instead of elation, there will be sighs of sorrow,
I will wonder where you are and you where I am.
We will have a past that travels with us everywhere
and which will always shadow our present,
while we try to build the future,
each for himself...