Gemmea l'aria, il sole così chiaro
che tu ricerchi gli albicocchi in fiore,
e del prunalbo l'odorino amaro
senti nel cuore...
Ma secco è il pruno, e le stecchite piante
di nere trame segnano il sereno,
e vuoto il cielo, e cavo al piè sonante
sembra il terreno.
Silenzio, intorno: solo, alle ventate,
odi lontano, da giardini ed orti,
di foglie un cader fragile. E' l'estate
fredda, dei morti.
Giovanni Pascoli
November is passing
you can take the
tale of a comet and
by turning the universe
you can go away
maybe you can reach
your goals now
a different world that
you never found before
it just didn't have
to happen this way
now we are all a little
bit more lonely here
this is for you
this flower I chose
I will leave it there
under a covered sky
I look in the far distance
and November is passing
and you've got 20 years
forever... now that...
you can take the
tale of a comet and
by turning the universe
you can go away
maybe you can reach
your goals now
a different world that
you never found before...
you never found before...
maybe you can reach
your goals now
a different world that
you never found before...
it just didn't have
to happen this way
now we are all a little
bit more lonely here
now we are all a little
bit more lonely here...
Eros Ramazzotti
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