then there are days when I see myself reflected in a glass of water, a drop in the sky.
And the lights around the city seem so strange, different every year, every year more spente.Con the days do not last long now, with the cold that I gobbled up the face, and a bike that runs almost more than before.
I do not know if it's the effort of the pedals or the world that runs slower under me, but these days pass quickly, dancing with the wombats, the desperation in seeking a best of old Faust'o,
takes his hand and Tweety I tell her that everything will pass, I'm afraid to die drowning
humidity of this city.
And this is a sunny morning, so beautiful that I almost eyes shine with the rays coming into a room where you do not really know how many people will be entering. Or how much it will come.
And if you think this is a little room for me the center of the world, then this planet is not so small.
Two weeks ago it was raining, not today, today Sunny.
After the Rain (Gianni Rodari)
After the rain comes the peaceful
shining in the sky the rainbow.
It 's like a bridge decked with flags
and the sun passes celebrated.
And 'beautiful to look at nose up
its red and blue flags.
But you see, this is bad
only after the storm.
Would not it be cheaper
the storm did not do it for nothing?
A rainbow without a storm,
this is that it would be a party.
would be a feast for all the earth
make peace before the war.
