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shaking the white horizont line
gay angels are holding each other's hand
the silvery jewels that fell from the sky
are changing into an uncertain feeling and into a warm, certain memory.

the scenery I saw last year is flowing like a movie
I begged the snow "if this is a dream, don't wake me"

melted in the sunshine, the fragments of winter
one day will loose their shape, but
the ties that unite them by their chest won't fade even as seasons change
unseparable, the strength in their tightly held hands is by no mean because of the cold
the scent in the wind is changing, let's proceed towards the center of the light!

the day after the summer in which me met
a tear colored road was embracing the both of us
the wind that has finally come down from the sky, this year too,
while drawing a big arc
is unintendedly pushing us shoulder to shoulder.

we scratched "let's get here to see this next year too"
we didn't fixed a date, but

even if the light that flowed in that corner of our chest
is changing little by little
the crystal we found that day won't be erased from the inner part of our eyelids
it will be a memory that will melt and flow, permeating without notice the green leaves, making them tremble
lost in a borderless cloud we're wating for the next season

an angel fallen dancing in the space between two joining hands
in un istante che non potrà tornare, si incendia
burns in an instant that won't come back

melted in the sunshine, the fragments of winterone day will loose their shape, but
the ties that unite them by their chest won't fade even as seasons changes
this cold hands casually holding each other are a gift we were given by this season
even if the scent in the wind is changing, we'll surely meet again.