Fu solo quello e niente di più.
Restammo solo amici, poi ci perdemmo di vista...
Poi molti anni dopo la rividi: non sapeva nemmeno più chi fossi. Ma io di lei, o meglio di quel bacio "rubato" non mi sono dimenticato mai.
E ogni tanto... lo riascolto:
#CVBlariacheCigiraintorno
Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here (1975) So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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