Lost 
I can not believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And i never saw the writing that was on the wall
If i only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying
Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god i hope it's not too late
It's not too late
‘Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
‘Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost
Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Though things have seemed to chang
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away
'Cause you are not alone
And i am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
‘Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the world's crashing down
And you can not bear the thought
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I Said, baby, you're not lost
I Said, baby, you're not lost.
Lyrics Michael Bublé
picked up the phone, Dial the number and brought the phone to your face. He heard the ringing in the brain as if they were arrows that cut through the wind. The fifth ring, and finally the sound. Sweet, soft, melodious, gentle and unique, as only he could hear him clutching his heart in his chest. She always and only her. Nobody like her in all this time. The only true feeling among all the failures, fears, mistakes and the horrors of his time. He put down by instinct, he felt again that it can not succeed at once felt useless. So full of feeling and so empty inside. She threw herself on the bed, helpless as his thoughts voiceless, still and motionless in the depths of his heart. And so destroyed, that could not killing the silence and shouted out the pain ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! 
August is a holiday rather useless. It 's a summer day like many others, with the difference that the cities are deserted and people were massing on the Italian Riviera, creating chaos and disorder. Not that I do not appreciate the burning of midnight, even the midnight bonfires should be a summer institution. Abolish the August and down with the bad fire. Abolish the so sad that small families are moving house literally on the beach in August, complete with table, portable television, refrigerator and all the silver of her parents ("because the homes in August steal treasure!"). Abolish the old and flabby rinseccoliti costumes so narrow as to clearly distinguish their religion. And away from the beaches of the classic gym-thirties who try with the girls showing off parcels front of disproportionate size (but c'avete put 'no rock? ). These subjects them to you nose in low doses during the summer but in August shut offices and warehouses and open yards. And so you find yourself ... Fuck I can not, I have to say Valentine of shit! 
I raced for years trying to reach the horizon and then realize that the horizon does not exist. It 's just an illusion that the sky at some point be able to meet the earth. Continue to see that thin away more and more like a slow death and a quick death at every step. At the edge of those roads real estate people, standing staring at that line. People laughed. "I will not like them, I do not ever give up." Only now do I realize how stupid I was. They had understood everything and I sweated blood for nothing. But now I'm stopped. I, too, on my horizon, waiting for someone to stop to rest or maybe just looking at all those horizons that are one step away from us. 
