from "Strade Parallele"

DEAR FINA    -    Versione italiana

Dear Fina, every once in a while (often)
I would like it if we weren't
me here and you there
rathers that you where here
or I was there.
But you are there
and I am here
and we are
here and there
but when you are there
I am here
and when I am here
you are there…
Only on Sundays
me and you are
both here
and nothing of us stays there
exept a hell of a cold day
and a rose that refuses to die.

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