in August. ... when a little 'work and life swirling truce give love in return train stations who saw me leave and arrive, sometimes sad, sometimes hopeful, sometimes veincente sometimes loser ........ my time, 'the early afternoon, August testa.La sun perpendicular on the deserted station, the track comes like a ghost and the voices of those who' went to sea, fontamnella and 'them' and goes from 30 years .. ....... always the eternal stream of water and that fish faded red, from the fountain near the idea of \u200b\u200ba reconstruction of sea, mountains in just a few meters on a sidewalk ferroviario.I tracks are hot and the flickering above confirms that the summer is cooking all ricordi.Il my sight is lost both north and south to the industrious and Milan to the fresh liguria.Che want to be there already inverno.Poi 'bar, fresh and warm with ice cream and packed a can of iced tea that stands out in a poster ... ......... well you see the droplets of water drawing, drink and refresh your summer! way, the heavy footsteps lead me to see beyond, a stationmaster bored ......... a cop who still wonders why, and 'shift ........ but I ask myself why every esta find myself here at the station to look for to bind together those faint memories so that it can also only for a short period reconstructive nice ........ and then if this was an escape from the world with his nasty? do not understand how you can not feel my heart tremble 13 of the August afternoon on the sidewalk of a railway station, with a can of iced tea in hand, a bag that smells of fatigue and loneliness, to buy a newspaper that does not feel alone even though about things that we 'do I damn! you look on the track! brown Nicora
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