Like this continuing to think, when he reached the front door, he turned towards the avenue, and imagined his thoughts as people continued to walk. I imagine them as his friends! And cry
imagined them, with all the air in his body:
My friends, companions of a thousand adventures, guardians of my confidence.
How many times I thought I'd be your stick and now come to me,
when I run away, that my being there is also no longer true!
go back to being myself, and with all my will, with the strength I have, I can get closer to reality.
Once again, the last one, I lift my gaze to the past, and I'll do it with love.
I'll be back later, to be one among many!
This image, this reality of my mother that day you wanted to be.
You have been true only for those seagulls flying in your sky again.
And those friends spoke, could hear their voices, his name was spoken, whispered, as pointed out! And
Vittorio said
This day is the end, it may be the beginning?
And I can say it is not yet evening, just that I was awakened to a day that will come?
And how can I talk to who ever wanted to hear, is not there, is not among my friends!
I was not planted as corn, without a seed sprout, I can finally grow up?
Who will listen to the notes of my heart now that I've decided to make it sound?
I've always found, in a thousand words, infinite silence, and in a sense, the other, I learned about those who refused to appear: I adesso far tesoro, finalmente?
Questo istante, è la giusta stagione perchè quel granello germogli?
Sono sicuro, per ciò che sento, che non è ancora giunta l'ora di spegnere la candela ma dovrà terminare ed allora nel buio, nel vuoto dovrò camminare.
Ed i miei sogni sapranno come aiutarmi con la luce di cui necessito e mi indicheranno la giusta via!
Disse tutto con le parole del pensiero, con il suono degli occhi nel guardare il tutto che diventava niente!
Avrebbe voluto gridare, chiamare gli amici ma sapeva che nessuno lo avrebbe ascoltato!
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