Who knows how many times we looked up to heaven without seeing anything. But how many other times, however, we "watched" the sky, far in the past, scattered clouds with strange shapes, when the days were morning-afternoon-evening-night, when time stopped and everything was possible, when the summer was sultry never annoying, long afternoons and starry nights. Long bike rides, chatting and laughing, exploring, going and going ....... time was different, it was benign and the clock was just an object to display or be used in special and rare occasions. For all Whenever I smile, that smile when I was returned when his heart was pounding ... ... thanks to all those times now I can continue in this world that is no longer the world.
