She was getting off a train from south to north
She had never left her island yet
Sicily was her shore
And the family, her landscape
br/>The sea and the volcano, her only treasures
He was waiting for her in the cold, alone on the quay
Like a friend, a brother, to escort her
br/>Even if he didn't speak her language
They understood each other like we tremble
When you know that destiny has just passed
It's a beautiful story
Born from a pink and black novel
Everything separates them
Even chance
They looked at life as a path
Where one does not loses only by letting go of their hand
Although the nights were colder
Than their warm shouting matches
What united them kept their sorrow away
It's a beautiful story
Born from a pink and black novel
Everything separates them
Even chance
My most beautiful story
I was born in their eyes
Filled with hope
Speranza

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