Can you feel it? Can you hear what the wind wants to tell you? I do. I know what you're saying.
Open your eyes, look at the starry sky, and let this winter wind you invest your face gently. What reminds you of the sky?
And now comes down ', towards the plain, in view of the city asleep' lit, cold and joins all-encompassing.
still not talking to you the wind?
Turn to me, look deep into my eyes. See what I see in you? See why it 's nice to be here?
Breathe this air crisp, let it permeate your senses to let you know the truth '.
is the wind, more 'decided. This time you know what he has to say, you know what you want to do, but you can not.
'Cause I do not exist.
The wind blows in your direction again, shouting the words "I" and "love."
Wait.
do not know who you are, it 'where you are.
I just know you're smiling in questa notte stellata, aspettando un incontro che forse non avverra’ mai.
Venezia, 21 Febbraio 2011.
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