Away from here
I would like to go.
On one place
That can satisfy me.
It’s time to leave,
to set sail
parts of myself
to find again.
we are not trees,
but we want to replant
where we can be happy.
We can find other friends,
I don’t think there are enemies
just different places, where to plant roots.
I always think
In the place where I was fine,
where I felt myself,
perhaps even in excess …
but I know it’s something
that people dream a little
a bit like me,
that I imagine to be in Bologna.
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