In the space of five minutes could happen all:
- fall asleep in front of a film;
- answer an unexpected phone call;
- dial a phone number has fallen into disuse in their heading;
- write a message that contains many words as there are moods expressed by any face;
- admire the sun's rays fall vertically on the asphalt in front of the house;
- do the longest and most satisfying yawn the whole week;
- rearrange the unmade bed, container of dreams in the morning to avoid even more acute memory;
- ....
In the space of his personal five minutes that had happened a sun that rivals that of August, specifications, its apparent fixity, behind a cumolonenbo fantozzi who had decided to flush the toilet at home, just the exact moment when the footprint of Miss Wilson was stamped on the red clay of the field near home.
teeth and folded arms, the only race that afternoon had been granted was that to reach the car showing its ability to swim hard in the puddle, with a certain speed, it was formed around the front wheels.
In the most trivial game of association, only one was the song that had impossesata the timpani, which had been empty words of Miss Wilson:
Clouds
should,
are,
occasionally stop
and when they stop
are black as a raven, it seems that
look at you with evil eye.
Sometimes they are white and run
and take the form of the heron
or sheep or some other beast,
but this is best seen children playing
running after to many meters.
Sometimes warn you with sound
before arriving
and the earth trembles
and the earth trembles
and the animals are silent.
Sometimes warn you with sound.
should,
are,
back and maybe stop
many days that can not see the sun and stars
and you seem to know no
the place where you are.
should,
are, for a true
thousand are fake and put there between us and the sky
, leaving only a desire to rain.
-F. De André-
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