Polvere Di Gesso

Every morning I listen to the dawn
And in the evening, the sunset
And all the noise it makes
And then for every passing day
I make a mark on a wall
Of this city
Because it's not time that I lack
And not even age
Every morning when I leave
I leave my door open
If someone will come
And then I sprinkle chalk dust
On the floor of the house
For the steps they will take
Because when there's an open door
For sure sooner or later you know

Every evening when I return
I leave white traces
On the dust that knows
That no one ever comes here
And not even today
There are no news
And then I close my door
For the night and the cold that it brings

Every morning I listen to the dawn
And in the evening, the sunset
And all the noise it makes
And then for every passing day
I scratch a piece of wall
Of this city
Because it's not time that I lack
And not even age