Hey, kid, are you happy?
You made me forget you,
you made me forget the time
I almost fell asleep in your arms,
the time I left my bracelet
on the post of your bed.
And maybe many, many,
many years from now
we will shake hands again,
exchange names,
you will mention that
you realized I was Italian
by the way my hair fell,
and you felt like asking
where I was from,
just to make sure.
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Honey, find your roads,
don't let the fog sit
on your shoulders,
or the snow collect
in your curls.
I hope that for a second
you will see in a girl with
big eyes and a summer sunhat
what I saw in you.