Michela, Anna, and I would have liked to adopt you, but we were: young, broke, and full of illusions. Today, after so many years, I asked about you, but no one knows anything, neither where you ended up nor what your name is now... Your mother and father died very young; I hope that at least you had a happy life. Here it was a war every day; some made it, many did not. (shit!) Roberto Vecchioni - Figlia (Live-RSI 1984)
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20 nov 21
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