In pale mornings still buttered with mist
Giggles like blown coins in cafés
Naive faces freshly made up with tender euphoria
Clear eyes, twin lakes, sweet, bitter eyes...
I have them views
Between concrete and golden domes that the wind sweeps away
Under shelters waiting for the sun and their tram
Cover your heart well in the midst of sandals and old patterned shirts
And to someone alone and drunk who vomits on the world...
I've seen them bring flowers and then run away
And try to say something in strange Italian
I've seen them with sandy hair gathered in scarves
And a new and distant pain held by the hand...
I saw them singing in the short days of an idea
And elbows and friendships intertwined for a road
I saw them holding the tears of a spring that never came
Flight of storks with wax wings...
I still saw them
Queing up impatiently in front of the ice cream sellers
When the tired winter sky promises a bit of blue
Little queens among statues of heroes and workers
Slight thorns of anxiety in the round and white chests. ..
I saw them
Excited, funny and sweaty with happiness 
In the hotels where they dance they shout out their joy
And drink beer and shut out the usual snow and reality 
And some of them dance among themselves and dance and then dance...
I have seen them
In the evenings when the factories and the streets are closed
On the lips vague smiles of anticipation and who knows what
Writing their fantasies on the frozen glass
Poor beautiful women in love with love and life...
The girls of the East...

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