I get emotional, hearing again to pass
Souped-up scooters, car radios and the scent
Of limes mixed with another, more strange one
It reminds me that as a child I wanted to be petrol station attendant
All of sudden, today as back then, the same effort
To stay at home and smelling the air
Again the same eagerness of that time
With the same will to go, to flee where no one has never been
....Spring
It is spring and I am seized by need of lightness
And of heavy thoughts and a indefinable feeling
At the sunset I look the world from the window
And it makes me to want to dive in there...and it makes me to want to never leave it
It is spring and as back then, one voice returns
It says "leave too long projects to the others"
Enrich your time and do not look anymore for the daily bread
Let go of life and never despair