As in a photograph
I see myself old without nostalgia
how many wounds I read in myself
like letters of blood on the heart
I would like for a moment
to stop the going of time
give yourself a moment of happiness
there is nothing you have missed
in searching for your place in the world
a moment of pure truth
no one thinks of Pienza a Campa'
all this passes and goes away
no one thinks of anyone who does this to you
for life he touches you and goes away
/>It's the deception of madness
Waiting for a train that takes you away
Every moment that slips away
Your life like a river in the sea
Open your eyes you'll realize< br/>of something you have never seen
everything already belongs to you
the minutes will become hours
you will see that in a second
this fast passing of time
does not it will extinguish happiness even more
you will be like autumn leaves
always walking at the turn of time
in the sky of your reality