We passed upon the stairs. We spoke of was and when although I wasn't there. He said I was his friend. Which came as a surprise. I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone a long long time ago.
Non c’è che una stagione: l’estate. Tanto bella che le altre le girano attorno. L’autunno la ricorda, l’inverno la invoca, la primavera la invidia e tenta puerilmente di guastarla.