the rain falls and washes everything remove my own bones
falls rain falls and all
and dirty water slide
but it is important to you and then if you refreshed
[...]
the rain falls and all is silent
see him I feel peace
the rain is falling and this peace is only dirty water and fire is cold air
around us if you want to hug me
[...] my skin is white paper for your write the story end, I'm ready
not want to be on the threshold of our lives that look is over
passing clouds and dumps rain like stones
and every step we forget our steps
the way we have done together on the stone throwing
our seed
[...]
you do not remember but we were
those embraced two stops in the rain
while everyone ran away
[...]
(Negramaro, Jovanotti)
Sunday melancholy in the rain you do not tear a smile even to pay for it! Time does not flow remains steady as spellbound, trapped in every drop that falls ... What indulge in these endless autumn Sundays? Fortunately, the thoughts do not remain prisoners of precipitation of crystals and free travel in the real sun and cool breezes of my being to read, gather ideas, I guess the days to come, I plan the next projects to be completed .. I look at the window: it's dark outside and the Heaven is no intension to stop crying but my mouth is arched up, maybe a smile, maybe a grimace of despair ... I think it is a smile, the smile of my being and this is a sad day can become comfortable inside, where everything is peaceful!
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