There are things at the bottom of a memory
That punctuate the time with stars
Pink island... quiet places
What happiness? visited
Dear memories, which are reborn of yesterday
Like flowers in our windows
Like messages... bottles in the sea
Of children who more? we are not
Things of nothing...faded memories
That we thought were lost in time
Things of nothing...that make a life
That suddenly come back to mind
/>Like a brief calm
That chases away the storm
Like the dear smile
Of a newfound friend
A snowball that threw me? Lucia
For a stolen kiss... at ten years old
The first chord on the first guitar
And I already forgot boarding school
The taste of the ice cream in the interlude
In the folkloristic old cinema
Where every Sunday we were the heroes
Ciccio, Bogart...and me Sinatra
Things from nothing...faded memories
Which we thought were lost in time
/>Things from nothing... that make a life
That suddenly come back to mind
Your first smile
In the crowd of a train
Slug from the suburbs
And a love was born... in the rain, in the frost
But my God how much sun, in your eyes
A few beautiful mistakes
Said of youth?
Who gave me the pleasure of living
A bit of my candour
Which takes me back sometimes
Which fits me like a mismatched glove

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