Filippo Stella

(Trieste)

Short Simple Story


I met a girl who was alone
She told mer her man was just gone.
I asked her if she would come
With me where other people are.

She did not answer and started to cry
I told her she should not mind,
The World is big and time so long
She had all the chance to go forward.

She gave me her hand, we started to walk
We crossed the countries and the hills.
We did not talk, but I was fine
It seemed we had always been like this...

Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
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Strangely, just birn on my guitar.
Cords: B7 Emin A7 D; B7 Emin A7 Bb C D

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