The history of my steps.

While I listened to the music of that great orchestra that I let hear in the chirping of an enchanted bird, my brisk step encouraged me to follow that dusty path that left a scent among the thoughts, it is the life painted in green that lets you see his soul in the song with which he caresses the wind.

Adente waited for me a landscape, with his caresses on the eyes he left tenderly his caresses to float between the dance, that one where the eyes danced softly, but cheerfully.

When entering the firmament, two stars shone in full light, their light was another one that is not that of a simple star, it is that of a song that extremes to child that in his years still inhabits the basija that walks between those stars.

The lady takes flight, while the little one watches the walker fly among the clouds, makes him stop in time to start a conversation, there where he lets his story flow over the pupil that is salty and accompanies him until the end of his story, that which is born there among the dancing pastures.

That madman in love with that beautiful woman continues to pass by, he goes to visit the old white curls that fly there in the mirror, he finally finds them and begins to paint his portrait with the light, to show you the lullaby, that one that lives eternally in the resources of childhood.