It'll be the bright day. May be the early fall or the late summer - the ultimo of it. I'm sure - we'll meet on the V.V.C., nearly the place where we spent our best moments laying on the ground and looking at the high blue sky.

Of course, you'll be with your friends - two or three - "the best" as you say. I'll stay with my "friends", drinking the beer and chating. I'll be chating and watching around with a vacant look. Of course, I wont recognize you, only your friends.

The bright sky. And the light breez. I'll call you in a loud voice. But I wont be sure that it could be you.

I am sure, we'll meet in a bright sunny day. We'll look at each other and will keep the silence until the one of us dare to break it.

It is not love. But it is not the end also.