on the top of the hill, sitting under a leafy autumn oak I looked back to my youth years and found out all the time I have wasted, minutes, hours, days, months...following foolish things, and friends, vanish desires and pointless projects leading to nothing, bad companies...
such a weak character I was, so much time I spent that I would deny...If only I had listened to my parents, if only I had a little vision of the future... time teaches they say... it is not completely true... time, experience, knowledge
and good thoughts teach...
we should come to the light as old wise beings to cherish our infancy, sensibly

....non so cosa ho scritto in una serata di pazzia... ma il senso forse lo si intuisce...sul frassino c'e' un'altalena... c'e' appena stata una ragazzina a dondolare per ore.. ora si e' fermata...l'andare su e giu' ha grattato via i brutti pensieri, li ha ingannati con il dondolio... li ha ipnotizzati e congelati per gli anni a venire...