E Un Giorno...

And one day you wake up surprised and suddenly realize
that those fantastic days at kindergarten are no more
of games, friends, and if you look around you don't see
the usual things, but a vague and indistinct profile...

And one day you walk down the street and suddenly understand
that you're not the same person who went to school in the morning,
that the world outside is waiting for you and you almost give up
realizing that with each beat it's the age that flies away...

And your father seems older to you and every day he gets further away,
he no longer tells fairy tales and no longer takes your hand,
it seems like he doesn't understand your dreams always stretched between reality and hoping
and suspended between alternating desires to go and stay...
to go and stay...

And one day you think back to the house and it's not the same anymore
where you wasted time slowly when you were a child,
where every object was a symbol and a promise
of incredible things and milk in the kitchen...

And the room with posters on the wall and scratched records
lost among your books and gifts you don't even remember,
it almost seems like the tale of many past moments
like the piano studied and left years ago on two chords...

And your father seems bored and each time more distracted,
he no longer invents games and is losing contact with you...
And your mother distant and present has things to do and say about your dreams,
but maybe she can't manage to know how to handle dreams...
how to handle dreams...

Then one day in a book or in a bar everything will become clear,
you will understand that other people have asked themselves the same questions,
that there's not only sweetness waiting for you, but a lot of bitterness
and it's not without a high price to become an adult...

Your records, your posters will be forever forgotten,
you will leave smiling as your happy myths fade away
like objects of a child, distant and dusty,
you will find new paths, other purposes and have new friends...

You will feel that your father is like you, you will see him a bit crazy, a bit wise
in spending fear and courage equally,
fear and courage of living like a burden that everyone has carried,
fear and courage to say: 'I have always tried,
I have always tried...'