Poi ci sono i giorni come questo: limpidi, puliti, freschi... Dove anche i pensieri si fanno più chiari. Pensi alle cose vere della vita: le persone che hai conosciuto, che sono lontane. Con cui hai trascorso momenti semplici, che ti sono rimaste impresse nel cuore e nella mente, chissà perché, più di altre. E sei certa che ovunque esse siano, non le hai perse, le ritroverai in un luogo, in un ricordo, in un sogno.
There are then the days as this; clear, clean, fresh... Where also the thoughts are made clearer. You think about the true things of the life: the people that you have known, that are distant. With which have spent simple moments, that they have remained you engraved in the heart and in the mind, who knows because, more other. And you are sure that anywhere them is, you have not lost her, you will find again her in a place, in a memory, in a dream.
There are then the days as this; clear, clean, fresh... Where also the thoughts are made clearer. You think about the true things of the life: the people that you have known, that are distant. With which have spent simple moments, that they have remained you engraved in the heart and in the mind, who knows because, more other. And you are sure that anywhere them is, you have not lost her, you will find again her in a place, in a memory, in a dream.
