State-Innamorata
-Lyric Ligabue: my thoughts
I want to escape.
I look at the roof above me, the walls that close to my hips. I feel the pressure that strikes me the head. I take my house keys, but leave behind the phones. I bring with me some money and the card bus. I go out, without saying goodbye, but not knowing where your feet take me. Way, calmly. The rain begins to fall on me. I open the umbrella and continue step by step. I hear the noise of the storm. But no matter. Are no longer a child, and I'm not afraid of the storm. The water falls hard, and every so often, the machines beat the water against my feet. I do not feel fatigue, luckily I put on your walking shoes. Even if you feel the cold.
But it's as if you were near me. It is as if camminassemo man's hand. Riffletto guess your eyes on my eyes. And sigh. I smile, and I conmuovo. A few tear drops on my face, and I realize that I wish you were here.
For a second, I caress my dreams Milan, and my heart beats fast. Even if you're away. But I feel you. The rain falls hard, and I see the city, slightly flooded. Perhaps they are the ups and downs that make the water flow. As the climbs that I am to meet my dreams and my destiny.
I smile when I think that you made me touch the sky with just your words. With your patience. Because you know me. I do not know how you did it, but you know me. You know what goes through my head, even when I'm wrong. Maybe because you're sincere. And no one has gone before. Perhaps because it really speaks to your heart. And sometimes dreams just melts your soul with mine and I realize I do not exist I, nor you. It is as if we were part of a single emotion.
For a moment the rain stops, to start to fall with more force. The wind also makes his jokes and tries to ruin the umbrella, but he can not. So, I remember when I walked over the snow with my sandals. This is nothing. The rain, wind and the storm took me a lifetime. Even if they say that after the storm, they arrive calm. And I wait. Though often, people waiting to pass my storm is you. Why are you like the sun that warms the heart and dry the tears.
Yes, 2000 km are nothing. Only three hours. But I still have to find ways of dealing with 2000 km. And perhaps also the strength to remember that always gave me back my life.
and sighed.
and three-hour journey, with a storm that comes and goes ... and arrived at the beach. There no, just some person who's walking with the dog. There are seven miles of home. The darkness of a special color to the sea and the sky. The wind blows the sand hit my face. But I do not feel it. Because there is you.
touch the sea with my hands. It seems strange to see the beach so empty. What is so full of summer ...
I wish you were here.
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