Il cacciatore, la ragazza e la luna The hunter, the girl and the moon
Treasure Island
We close the dreams and hopes
in a case of smiles and silences.
Hide the cash in an island of cardboard
drawn in the palm of your hand.
Tratteggiamo the route map on the skin of a bear
and free it in the woods on a summer night.
We do not remember where it is more treasure island
and when we try to trace the palm of your hand
the track has disappeared like smoke in the chimney
and bear no trace.
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