Massimo....twenty years ago....
...I don't know where are you right now
...but you know...so many things chance in 20 years....

...whatever is the place where you are....
....whatever is the place that welcome you...
...whatever is the place that give you light...
...that give light to you face...done of spirit...

Whatever.

20 years are so much...but they pass so quickly... All that remain to me, are fade memories...

...always the same pictures, that don't change... always the same memories, that don't die.

Let me breath you, sometimes...I cannot do it anymore...neither in my dreams. 

If somewhere it remains an essence that let you fly light...is there a soccer game too, brother? Do you still play? Do you play even there?  

Sometimes I cry...silent...in myself...and there's no time...there's no "now"...and there's no place that can push away some things...

...no sensations...

Just questions. So many, rising and falling and cutting and mocking...

Sometimes it seems life is picking on you...sometimes it seems it wear one of those masks...without expression...where the mouth is nothing else that a cut...

You learn so much in 20 years. You grew up. You got your ideas. But you know...you know that there are things that cannot more go away from your mind...no more from your soul...

... What are you now? What are you? So long time away...so long time so far...sometimes it seems me like a movie...you know, that one so old...  and in those unclear scenes  I see unclear flash...

...and every year that passes in my life...when this day comes... it comes the memory of a bad period that began...and now is off.

A dark period in those years...but unclear right now...time let me see all unclear images...

...I wanna clean them, but I just confuse their colors...

I ask myself if you see me. If you listen to me. I ask myself if you really are what I think...an atom in the universe...neither else..like me... something melting itself with what there's around...

... But I know...among which so many sand's grains... ...I'll see you...and you'll see me.

If there's still a way to let feel how I feel...if it has ever been...I think you can feel me...in this way or another

...Michele...dad... ...is that life? Tell me, is that life?

Who knows, if you still see me...this is not to delete.

Flashes of a past life...that do my memories not clear...

Not clear as your pictures...

All the things change colors, with time. All the things lose their colors...

If you hide yourself somewhere...all these come out...with violence...

I'm no other else a sand's grain...taking part of a sistem...a bad or good sistem, who knows...right or not...casual chooses which shape your existence...

...mine...yours...

Existence of everyone who stay here...and cannot more touch you.