I thought that my previous entry would be my last one in this blog, but then my last night in Rome took place and things changed. Eric and Marina took us all on a final walk around town, in the same exact route that we took on our first night. It was like walking backwards -- felt like I was erasing my footprints. My friends and I were presented with an official goodbye from Rome in the form of a random, anonymous street performer on our way to Giolitti. I didn't think it could be possible to make me feel even more torn than I had already been throughout the week. But it happened. My heart was wrenched out of my chest as I silently stood in Piazza Navona.....listening....
Quando sono solo
sogno all'orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
sì lo so che non c'è luce
in una stanza quando manca il sole,
se non ci sei tu con me, con me.
Su le finestre
mostra a tutti il mio cuore
che hai acceso,
chiudi dentro me
la luce che
hai incontrato per strada.
Con te partirò.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso sì li vivrò,
con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li vivrò....
Quando sei lontana
sogno all'orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
e io sì lo so
che sei con me, con me
tu mia luna tu sei qui con me,
mio sole tu sei qui con me,
con me, con me, con me.
Con te partirò.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso sì li vivrò,
con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò.
Io con te!
I knew, beforehand, that the English title is "Time To Say Goodbye," so hearing the introduction to the music made me teary-eyed to begin with. Now that I understand Italian much better than I did in January, I looked up the lyrics and translated what I could. Here's what I think it means:
When I am alone,
I dream on the horizon
and words fail.
Yes, I know that there is no light
in a room when the sun is gone,
if you are not with me, with me.
In the windows
show to everyone my heart
that you lit.
Close inside me
the light that
you met on the street.
I will leave with you.
Countries that I have never
seen or visited with you,
now, yes, they will live.
I will leave with you
on ships for the seas,
that, I know,
No, no, don't exist anymore.
I will live them with you.
When you are far away,
I dream on the horizon
and words fail,
And I, yes, I know
that you are with me, with me.
You, my moon, you are here with me.
My sun, you are here with me,
with me, with me, with me.
I will leave with you.
Countries that I have never
seen or visited with you,
now, yes, they will live.
I will leave with you
on ships across seas
that, I know,
No, no, don't exist anymore.
I will live them again with you.
I will leave with you
on ships for the seas
that, I know,
No, no, don't exist anymore.
I will live them again with you.
I will leave with you.
I am with you!
That night, I walked around Rome with my friends even after Eric and Marina parted. When we all came back to the apartments, I didn't sleep. I finished packing and listened to music. I'd made myself forget about the tenor in the piazza, until my iTunes library started playing Andrea Bocelli's original rendition.
I sat there and cried, because I hadn't before then and I knew it was coming.
And then I finished packing,
took a shower,
donated a good amount of my clothes,
threw away everything else,
handed in my keys,
walked out the door,
got on the shuttle,
got to the airport,
got on the plane,
and set foot in Philadelphia.
Things happen too quickly these days; it's difficult to adjust, sometimes.
Although, what can I say? It's true -- it was time to say goodbye.
But part of Rome left with me.
And I'm happy about that.
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