us that the world ended in a courtyard washed with water to slip up with plastic bags.
We not only needed a big lens with a week to learn to dribble. We
that t-shirt and blue gym shoes, red shorts and white socks to the knee did not say who you are for what you had to look in his eyes. We
that the primary was a face, a book, a desk to walk, how to mass on Sunday morning with the suit of the party.
us that our names screaming from the balconies of mothers always busy, echoed on the dusty dirt roads at any time of day. And when was that really your name, you wanted to put the world paused to not miss a thing second of your life.
We Paolo Rossi who made us cry forever "goal," Tardelli us that made us cry with an infinite scream, we who were smoking pipes and Pertini Bearzot from our TV, we only three times world champion buried voice Nando Martellini in our hearts.
We did not do that the 500 rallies but they took us to the sea. We
that Christmas night no one was missing and now you think what you all are missing.
We talked about that in a diary and a phone with the chips. We
a farewell was unbearable because no mail would have kept close. We
that Duran Duran and Righeira played on the beach from morning to evening. We
that at four in the afternoon he ran away home to Holly and Benji and whistled, "Run boy over there, flying between flashes of blue, run to help people of all humanity." We who
pasta for lunch and dinner, we stopped a minute that there was, we Cicciobello that the company was the mascot. We
that night at ten we find ourselves always together because the girls had "withdrawn". We
that in the last places in the bus for the school choir sang in "just us" and "Rock The World." We
the Wall Berlin no longer exists but the world is always the same, the Republic that we are the second but Italy is still the same, we are there to Falcone and Borsellino in Sicily, but the time never changes. We
that our loves are lost in the last millennium, but do not seem to want to ever go away.
middle generation of us who are old and modern, but maybe we are not really neither one nor the other.
We understand that we, fathers and mothers need to stay young.
us that wherever we go, with Baptists and Baglioni soundtracks of our travels, we will return to live in our memories forever.
