The light spreads following my memory towards the east. I put together Fabrizio De André and Lucio Battisti, two of their phrases that inspired me:
“Geordie never stole a rare fruit or flower for me either. He stole six deer in the King's park and sold them for money ”.
“The light spreads and I make this mushroom smell mine by following my memory to the east”.
I know I'm a nostalgic of the '70s and sometimes I feel like putting on my green parka1
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