To Marilyn in Primavera affascinante

English:

A tragedy unfolds in this world of mine, Where happiness and sorrow intertwine, Where fame and fortune cannot hide the pain, And love is fleeting, a cruel and a fickle game. In search of love, I gave my heart away, To men who use and left me in disarray, My beauty, a curse that bought me fame, Also, the burden that drove me inside like Robert Johnson on that crossroads near Diablo. The world saw me as a sex symbol, a star, But who saw the brokenness that lurked not far? The pills, the alcohol, the endless despair with useless men, the cheap perfume wafting in the air. My soul was drowning, gasping for air, while men in suits looking disconcerned only wanting to see me bare. My life was like a movie, a tragic tale, of a woman who couldn't escape the pale…