I refer alive after a little 'days of absence by offering you this little gem of Gabriella Ferri, non-Roman artist in 2004.
This is a short poem that speaks of the time that inevitably passes and relentless oblivion that covers everything, even the dearest affections. And maybe it's true: we are all destined to become of the old tunes that no one sings anymore.
Video posted on Youtube by lelloRossellini.
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