Buonocore Nino
The Natural Uncertainty of Living
The Almond Tree
A.Buonocore/M. De Vitis A. Buonocore
The almond tree was blooming in the school garden
I saw them come in and I stayed outside with tears in my throat.
The day passed amidst the calls of the market
and your fresh voice that I have never forgotten.
The fear of my thoughts, the desire for you
to share my abandonments with you.
We stretched out on the sand, so much rain on the books of school
and how strong the smell of the sea is in February.
How are you? Do you feel alone like me
that I have not, I have never learned to defend myself?
And there are so many like us, that time does not change them
time does not change them.
Time doesn't stop, time doesn't stop.
The almond tree was blooming in the school garden.
My mother looked at me, but she didn't understand those silences.
But What you say Non è Nothing, I am io That I am absent
and then I took refuge in you to feel more important.
And who knows what reason on an ordinary evening
divided our paths forever.
And I remember you beautifully when I return to breathe
the strong smell of the February sea.
How are you? Do you feel alone like me
that I don't have, I never learned to hide?
And there are so many like us, that time doesn't change them
time doesn't change them.
And there are many like us, but time doesn't stop
time doesn't stop, time never stops.

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