In my evening stroll I follow the scent trails of Wish, ending with her in Via Cerva. It was so close to the house where I grew up, this street so narrow and ancient, and Milan, to be the destination of my first outings alone. I looked at the windows of shops that today are almost all changed, only where the shoemaker bought leather strings for bracelets remained in place. And as I look around thinking that I know where I am, I realize that I have no idea where I'm going.
Everything changes around me, only I continue to look like, without a goal autumn leaf dancing in the wind. And what I love, my terrible freedom.
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