Old memories
C'era un tempo in cui si scrivevano cartoline, si raccoglievano fiori di campo e si conservavano tra i ricordi più preziosi, in una scatola o tra le pagine di un buon libro. Col passare del tempo quei fiori diventavano sempre più fragili e senza dubbio ne sarebbe rimasto solo il profumo. Le cartoline sarebbero rimaste intatte, forse per chi nel futuro come me, avrà voglia di sentire, ancora quelle antiche emozioni.,
There was a time when postcards were written, wildflowers were collected and preserved among the most precious memories, in a box or among the pages of a good book. Over time, those flowers became more and more fragile and no doubt only the scent would remain. The postcards remained intact, perhaps for those who in the future like me, will want to feel, again those old emotions.
There was a time when postcards were written, wildflowers were collected and preserved among the most precious memories, in a box or among the pages of a good book. Over time, those flowers became more and more fragile and no doubt only the scent would remain. The postcards remained intact, perhaps for those who in the future like me, will want to feel, again those old emotions.
