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You know how this is:if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas,light, metals,were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well,now,if little by little you stop loving me.I shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenly,you forget me,do not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.
I wanna be high, so high,I wanna be free to know...
My life is changing everyday,every possible way.Though my dreams,it's never quite as it seems.
Never quite as it seems...