October was the sweetest month
the kisses and caresses under the lemon tree
the grapes were our favorite stolen goods, the grape harvest
a sacrosanct family tradition.
/>October was the best month
to see the sunsets that set the horizon on fire.
Out of breath we got up and casually
re-entered the scene with red cheeks and a good excuse.
/>That crossroads,
an imminent decision to be made
rather than limbo I would have chosen hell
had it been the price of freedom.
Heaven could also wait
if it had been the price of freedom
Leaving everything and being satisfied with nothing
the very fact of existing was enough
Reopening your eyes and letting yourself be surprised...
October infinite candour
our adolescence hanging on the fluctuating movements of the heart
Escape became the one and only way out,
a necessary dive into the dark into the abyss of a new life
That crossroads,
an imminent decision to be made
rather than limbo I would have chosen hell
had it been the price of freedom 
Heaven could also wait
had it been the price of freedom,
leaving everything and being satisfied with nothing
giving voice to a nascent identity
Heaven could also wait
Wait...
Heaven it could have waited
if it had been the price of freedom,
leaving everything and being satisfied with nothing
giving voice to a nascent identity
That paradise could also have waited
We still had to begin to live...

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