Chi è che ti parla?

It's about a girl. A regular girl. It's any other girl you might run into in the grocery store shopping for zucchinis, at the steps of a church running inside to burn a candle for making a wish (no, she doesn't like the electrical ones, takes the whole spirit and the ceremony away), at a soccer game while ditching a few girl friends to support the boys.

It's a girl with a heart. A girl who left a part of that heart in New York City and she knows that she will never be able to have it back. It's not about a special girl. A random girl you can see when you lift your head up and look.

It's about a girl who sometimes lives fights and contradictions within herself (thanks to Gahl it's now known why), loving red but cannot let go of her blues. Crazy but aware of her principles, spiritual enough to make herself translucent but logical to handle judgements. She plays and burns in fire because she is the fire, finds herself in the middle of storms because her thoughts are stormy. As much as land, sea is her home too, among the other three places. It's about a girl whom you can find in lost and found. The very same girl who will come back in her next life as a rock star or a dancer.

Peace is sometimes in scented candles, in between words, in savasana after a practice. Comfort is watching the sky, flipping through photographs, resting on one's shoulder. Anger is transported in a place, in a teardrop, by a piece of chocolate. Life is at a family dinner, in a extra dirty martini with three olives and on the gas pedal of a car. It's about a girl who lives life and learns life in its moments.

It's about a girl Bono knows and talks about, too.

"I know a girl who's like the sea

I watch her changing every day for me
One day she's still, the next she swells
You can hear the universe in her sea shells

No no line on the horizon, no no line

I know a girl with a hole in her heart
She said infinity is a great place to start
Time is irrelevant, it's not linear
Then she put her tongue in my ear"