leave footprints in life. let them always. when we leave, when we are, we will run away when suddenly a smile. we leave when we moved away and refused. small, large, invisible or indelible, our fingerprints. the left as forgotten in the lives of others. and the others leave them in ours. even when we forget, go ahead, sleep, dream and smile again.
fingerprints everywhere. such as traffic lights on a night before Christmas. as the tangle that often we have inside. leave fingerprints, but we can not see them. we do not succeed, despite the kind eyes and the light on.
just a snowfall. just a thin layer of white snow on the ground and the way home. the sound of shoes in the muffled silence that is there and, finally, we see: our fingerprints, the boy's past before us, with the dog and, lastly, of others.
infinite fingerprints everywhere. and in the midst of our own, anywhere. even when we do not see anymore. even when there is no light. even when sembra andato tutto storto. anche quando è natale e non riesci più ad accorgertene.
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