venerdì 12 luglio 2013

I've never been to Paris

I could have thought one million things or even more, while you were leaving. While you stayed there not saying a word: you don't know me so much as you think, of course. I could have thought of my silly morning on that chair near to you, I could have killed that beatle near the window. But I went away with a false smile on my face and thought: I've never been to Paris. And I'll never go there with you, you bet.

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