Song-Gianna Nannini-Moment
I am sad. Thoughtful. Months have passed, but I remember. I remember when I was in Gratosoglio, and a young driver, I think of buses, he said, with a smile, "hello". I replied, with a smile. And I continued on my path. I do not remember if the driver was by tram or bus, but more likely will be the second option. Across two trams passing, 3 and 15, and the bus line 79. The boy was waiting for several minutes before leaving again. At that moment I did not say more. Because I was Fabio. But I recognize that I have not taken over the boy's head. And I am sorry for not having added nothing to his greeting.
I could not track down. I went home. And I do not know why I remember him. Maybe I regret not having given him the rope. Maybe I'll try to deceive and distract my awareness of my life sad and cruel. Are no longer in Milan. It also came spring. And spring makes me feel weird and absurd in a state. Who is he? What's his name? It must have been a product of my imagination that wonderful smile? I do not know. I only know that I remember. And no one can help me.
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