Delicate is this lyric in reflection on the sense of passing time and the unknowns that it leaves along the path. The poet does not bend to a pessimistic or gloomy vision as in "Autumn" of Cardarelli. It will not be the night that falls on the light of life to dampen in his heart the desire for a new day. Now that the twilight blowing through your hair, there is courage, heightened awareness of the preciousness of time and the desire to savor every drop. Leaving behind the myth the eternal youth ephemeral, the wrinkles of the face reveal the meaning to life. Although more fragil, since they now have the faintest forces, the poet will still play every day as if it was the first time every time. The moon, with its dim light, passed the night, leave the place to new day that will light of challenges, still all to play, but with renewed spirit.

Agostina Spagnuolo