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Listen to the wind that goes
It runs across the roofs, how's it going
This evening promises me well
I can smell new seasons
Then I turn on the record
Then what?< br/>I slowly delete all opinions
Everything? a memory of high school and of life
That sends the echo up the stairs
And all for Francesco and me
Now? more? easy.
Francesco who
La canter?
This reality? in poems
Distant truths?
Lost, yes?
But with the possibility?
That they are not memories
But a present
True life
Francesco looks at the city?
He sends noises to my balcony
Life behind closed windows
It seems changed, they say better
But ultimately this freedom?
For us Not ? what a song
You can feel it approaching your heart
But? just an echo on the stairs
Francesco, the answer, you know
It's blowing in the wind
Francesco, do you know
What will change?
The commitment
The world in pockets
My happiness?
Lost yes?
But with the possibility?
That it remains a song
Like any happy ending.
Francesco who< br/>Will I stop it?
This reality? in poems
Distant truths?
Lost yes?
But with the possibility?
That they are not words
But that they become
Life