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when there was Nico, the winter I was happy.

now is cold, it hurts my head and heart.

I feel my feet wet by sea water and not the tears that fall when I hold his head between his knees.

I hear the sound of the waves and not the train that stops for take in the chaos of Bologna.

would like to see the stars, lying on a bed with the fleece of my best friend and his head resting on his shoulder, instead of seeing the ceiling of my room or at the cloudy sky and low limit of a chaotic city.

sing out loud and I have before me only the water and the distant lights of the platforms in the ocean, no walls.

I have a bottle of wine and laugh hopping here and there, until you fall asleep exhausted ... and here we are.