On a day before today..
Early june or late in Mai..
I was walking on the way..
Where the angels used to stay..
She was there walking with me..
Many smiles in her pocket,
and a poem in her wallet,
and a lot of things to say..
Full of joy I saw her soul..
Walking, talking also joking..
Laughing louder than I do..
Curly curls in her hair..
Lovely earrings in her ear..
In her eyes there was a flare..
All the time I had to stare..
Then we wandered in the town..
Walking up and walking down..
Having many things to share..
Saying words to tell we care..
Then she pointed at the crowd..
People sitting in the garden..
Having fun and being loud..
“Wonder, how it is to be..
like the people that I see..
lame and boring little lives..
unlike you and unlike me..”
Well, of course my dear to-be..
We are pearls inside the sea..
Take my hands and walk with me..
Let’s go far let’s be free..
At this moment when we looked..
Both the hands and eyes are locked..
All the movements came to slow..
Scented breeze began to flow..
Lovely music in the show..
Just one thing I had to do..
Kiss those lips the way I know..
Cazzo, man, I didn’t dare!
