yet I was wrong. Yesterday
the other around as usual and waiting for the light turns green of a traffic light to cross the road near the bus stop I saw a tram from the periphery.
opening the door I noticed some people go up and others down, and among them, a female figure that made me jump.
Incredulous, I wondered if I was having a vision.
But no.
was just her, sweet and tender woman who, twenty years before, to the sinuous forms of its well-known and appreciated by me, compared it to a cello.
course, so at first I noticed some changes in its appearance but not garish, always pleasant despite its almost seventy years.
On the other hand, I too was changed.
I did everything crossed, looked into her eyes, she looked at me and also, by the slight redness that appeared to her in the face as the first year, I realized that I had recognized.
blue eyes, the same pleasant look.
There we said not a word, not even a hello, a slight smile sketched the beginning perhaps of a short dialogue.
Instead she once started nella direzione opposta alla mia.
Io, fermo, immobile, indugiai a lungo osservandola nel suo incedere e sperando che si voltasse almeno per un cenno di saluto.
Ma non lo fece.
Perché?
E dire che da tanto tempo desideravo si verificasse quest'incontro.
Mi chiesi se c'eravamo mai visti e conosciuti.
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