E poi …                                                                                                                                                       
così,                                                                                                                                                              
niente,                                                                                                                                                    
 ti viene quella strana voglia,                                                                                                                              
in un qualsiasi pomeriggio …                                                                                                                    
di scrivere …                                                                                                                                         
scrivere qualcosa,                                                                                                                                        
una storia,                                                                                                                                                
questa storia,                                                                                                                                     
di quello che una volta accadde,                                                                                                           
di quello che ora sta accadendo,                                                                                                                    
di quello che forse un giorno,                                                                                                                
chissà,                                                                                                                                           
potrà mai accadere …                                                                                                                              
di una piccola speranza che ancora non morirà …                                                                                        
ma vivrà per vedere quel ritorno                                                                                                                 
di una cara persona che fu …

E intanto,                                                                                                                                                         
su questo foglio,                                                                                                                                            
in questo tardo pomeriggio,                                                                                                              
tra queste note,                                                                                                                                           
scrivere parole …                                                                                                                             
scrivere sentimenti e storie …                                                                                                        
scrivere,                                                                                                                                           
perché la Vita ti spinge ad andare avanti,                                                                                                    
giorno dopo giorno,                                                                                                                               
dopo alba e tramonto                                                                                                                              
che bagnano il cielo di stupendi colori,                                                                                                              
ti fanno scoprire che tutto non è ancora finito,                                                                                         
che tutto è cambiato,                                                                                                                                          
che ora devi crescere,                                                                                                                     
lasciare la piccola culla e correre,                                                                                                            
correre,                                                                                                                                            
perché devi raggiungere il gruppo che ormai hai perso …

E la notte stellata di buio,                                                                                                                               
ti porta riposo,                                                                                                                                                  
ed il suo amaro pensiero ti accompagna tra quei sogni,                                                                               
sogni ormai vuoti,                                                                                                                              
sogni che non esistono più,                                                                                                                   
sogni che destano la realtà …                                                                                                          
Quel mondo di tanto tempo fa non esiste più,                                                                                           
e tra una stella e l’altra,                                                                                                                    
costruirai una nuovo sogno,                                                                                                                              
più forte …                                                                                                                                              
Un sogno …                                                                                                                                                   
La Tua Realtà …                                                                                                                                
Destati Donna che un tempo fosti fanciulla!.