Voci.
Voci festanti mi riempono di una rara solitudine. Un tuffo in piscina.
Schizzi d’acqua come frammenti di ricordi mi bagnano, e non c’è più il sole caldo dell’estate moved to dry them. Remain on moist, full of sadness, happy memories. You can not stop time, you can not live in a memory.
It 'an old man who lives on memories, or so they say.
But is the memory to keep me alive when I'm cold to warm, to fly me hanging on a soft cloud, to let the smell of a moment.
How difficult then return to the present, without a memory to cling to.
E 'already dark here in a year and will again light, and a hot sun to dry, and new memories.
in a year.
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