Who was I in my old previous life
a lion, a hero, a winner or a weak and dormant chrysalis?
Who knows if there was time to find color, a season following love or...< br/>Who will I be in the distant future life
a detail in sidereal space, an ancient phrase of few words?
I would like to understand the sky, discover it from its veil, allow a star to be mine
throw a little salt on it so that it rains sea in the mountain places tired of snow
Who was I thirteen years ago
stubborn and dreamy boy, prisoner of a steam dream?
Who will it be me in a few years (ten twenty thirty)
old madman with an ideal in hand, shrewd father of a song?
I would like to run across the sky, feel it a little more real, reach a star and make it mine
let those mountains not cover the sunsets that I see from the sea..
If I knew how to love the sky in in a more sincere way I would not ask a star to be mine
Who am I?

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