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i don’t understand.

i can’t hear You.’

alone they harvest the leaves of time,

they shut down the forest, they remain like winter,

knocking on my doors, on my doors.

oh, time.

oh, the weeds sprawling over these walls.

i lit the rose of the night over my book.

the dovecote is fenced and high.

the pigeons fled; i remained alone, all alone.

you, who are waiting for the snow, don’t you want to come back?

i cry out for them in the winter, in the hope that they listen.

alone they remain, like these old clouds,

alone, their faces and the darkness of the road,

they’re crossing the woods,

and their hands, like the winter,

they knock with their tears on my doors.

oh, time,

of the ages of the weeds’ shadow on these walls,

from before when trees became tall,

i light up the lanterns and wait for my friends.

they passed by, they left; i stayed at my door, all alone.

you, who are going to the snow, don’t you want to come back?

i cry out for them in the winter, in the hope that they listen.

you, who are going to the snow, don’t you want to come back?

i cry out for them in the winter, in the hope that they listen.’

and in my eyes, it’s always nighttime.’

but i got to get to and from where i come,

and it's gon' take money to go.’

i don’t know what it is that makes me feel this way.

but i’m not gonna do what i hear me say.

i’m just gonna walk, i’m gonna walk away.’

salvatore: ‘no one knows where she is.’

alfredo: ‘it was probably meant to be like this. each of us has a star to follow. go away from here. this land is cursed. living here every day, you think it's the centre of the world. that nothing will ever change. then you leave, for a year or two, and when you come back everything is changed. the thread is broken. you don't find what you're looking for. what was yours is gone. you need to go away for a long time… for many years…. before you can come back… and find your people… the land where you were born… but not now. it's impossible. now, you're blinder than i am.’

salvatore: ‘who said that? gary cooper, james stewart, henry fonda?’

alfredo: ‘no, toto no one said it. this time, i'm saying it. life is not what you see in films. life is much harder. go away! go back to rome. you're young the world's your oyster. i'm old. i don't want to hear you any more. i want to hear about you.’

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alfredo: ‘don't come back. don't think about us. don't look back, don't write. don't give in to nostalgia. forget about us. if you come back, don't come and see me. i won't let you in, you understand?’

salvatore: ‘thank you… for everything you've done…’

alfredo: ‘whatever you end up doing, love it. the way you loved the projection booth when you were a little boy.’

don't think about us.

don't look back, don't write.

don't give in to nostalgia.

forget about us.

if you come back, don't come and see me.

i won't let you in, you understand?’