now you came to maturity
and you kept thatpure gift
that voice of a lost child
that needs a pair of arms
where to shelter
when you laugh
everything is enlighten
when you laugh
in that cristalline way
you do it as the waves on the beach
at the feet of the children playing in the sand
with that naive sweetness caressing the boats
hear you moaning
exceeds all possible dimensions
where time, gesture and light are inmortalized
my memory is faiithful witness of it
and I'm pleased about it
bentornata a Milano
( v )
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