And then ... and then the same things that will always haunt us in the dusty bar too expensive for our pockets. And then we will be surrounded by lizards tail regardless of the seasons in their full sparkle. And then we call friends stay there without thinking too much and we're going to Barcelona in the footsteps of millions of other tourists without having the slightest idea of \u200b\u200boriginality. And then it will be like waiting to die on the tracks of Rimini and the loves of our summers past returns to be memories. And then we will end up in places like the star that we know of only having to wait our turn, librarians tired in the belly of a whale faded from too much fuel in the body. And then as you leave today and tomorrow while we turn to our ancestors always thinking careful. And then the joy of a smile will haunt us throughout July and August and maybe even all spent chasing the cellars of our flavors are looking for moments of forgetfulness. And then we will stop smoking in bars too shiny glasses overflowing with Ferrara of counterfeit euro. And then ... and then imitations "Theater of Bagaglino" surround our feelings and trays of chips full of cockroaches ever tamed after a seizure there sazieranno. And then listen to Frank Sinatra while sipping Vodka Lemon never so good, quiet neighbors, which appeared to a sunset like no other. And then the stars of the port of Genoa will always be difficult to erase a memory: essences, circumstances and inconsistencies. And then we'll get lost playing with Chinese children in the crowded streets of forgotten cities, under a shower of blessing that will be mid-August, ruin and regret. And then ... and then we design our future with ambitions of pests like the movies where everything is Monicelli crude and comical truth.
