I ricordi sono una maledizione a cui non si puo' sfuggire se non rinunciando a se stessi. Non sarebbe meglio poter dimenticare i sorrisi di una donna che ora ti augura del male? Non sarebbe meglio non avere memoria degli abbracci di quella ragazza che per paura se ne e' andata? Non sarebbe meglio non ricordare quei baci rubati a chi poi ha deciso di porre solo il silenzio fra te e lei? Non sarebbe meglio non poter rammentare i momenti belli e felici incastonati in anni di sofferenza interiore? Per dimenticare tutto cio' dovresti rinunciare a te stesso. Ma, alla fine, vale veramente la pena ricordare chi sei?
Memories are a curse which you can only escape forsaking yourself. Wouldn't it be better to forget the smiles of that woman who now wish you only bad? Wouldn't it better to have no memory of the hugs of that girl who for fear quitted? Wouldn't it better don't remember those kisses stolen to who after decided to put only silence between you and her? Wouldn't it be better not bearing in mind the beautiful and happy moments set in years of inner sufferation? To forget that all you should forsake yourself. But, in the end, is it really worth to remember who you are?
Memories are a curse which you can only escape forsaking yourself. Wouldn't it be better to forget the smiles of that woman who now wish you only bad? Wouldn't it better to have no memory of the hugs of that girl who for fear quitted? Wouldn't it better don't remember those kisses stolen to who after decided to put only silence between you and her? Wouldn't it be better not bearing in mind the beautiful and happy moments set in years of inner sufferation? To forget that all you should forsake yourself. But, in the end, is it really worth to remember who you are?
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