dear mama, now that it's cold and it is more unlikely that we go around together, but we prefer the warmth of the afternoon, to draw and tell about, it's nice to dream that we also put the next rounds.
today takes you to Bolzano. the last time we went there together, me you and Dad, it was summer, remember? squares crowded with tourists, Kraut accent, constant buzz.
the sun hitting the baskets of fruit on the streets, the smell of sausage and sauerkraut in the air.
Bolzano today should be a little 'different: the pungent and bracing air, the twinkling lights, the Christmas market. Yes, because today, while thinking to my friends in zita in Zurich, I also thought of you. to how much you love the Trentino and the memories and joy that you grow inside every time we go.
red nose from the cold, wind pressure, and our smiles are back to show that girls and that basically we are not so different.
turn for banquets, gaze at the light striking the ball vetroneve, the elves of the forests that smile at us, hanging the bells and wool everywhere.
and colors, oh!
the bucks, the deep red, gold and silver. ideas for Christmas gifts for packages and cards.
another smile, a word funny, a laugh.
then, a streak of melancholy. are the years that pass, the memories fade, people to miss.
but fades away.
and then the hot chocolate, tired legs in the evening, and the desire to stay in front of a fireplace, with the window open just a little, to bring in wood scents.
here today I would bring in Bolzano.
