Aprile è il mese più crudele

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one

i’d like the rain tonight: thick, cold, thin
driving in the middle of the night trought the empy city, the air cleaned by the rain, light bright and liquid; listening to the musci you gave me.
with a bit of calm gloominess hear your voice saying: “you should stop being afraid”
yes, i should stop being afraid…., i look at the far lightning over the city, i feel a sense of regained energy.
i slip into the bed, the sound of the pouring rain on the glass. rolled up in your swaeater, i let the tick tack cuddle me, while embracing a pillow

But there’s something about us I want to say
Cause there’s something between us anyway

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