Lycra In Fashion In The 90s

"But the sun always comes back ..."

I see the shadows of the rust. From
shine missing for too long.
I see from all the black that is increasingly black,
under your engine.
I see him getting old. I see the oil
that embraces all the polish you'd slightly.
I feel that sometimes you're tired. Like me.
A wrinkle, a little fat that yesterday was not there.
perhaps a thought. That was sweet yesterday and today is like time. They do not go
years. Nothing to do with fatigue.
got to do what we have seen.
The evil we have done.
But the sun always comes back.
And sometimes I see you baby.
I see you like that day when you were born in my life. With
rays that shone in the sun.

(Carlo Talamo)