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The Road

I had no idea what he was singing, but this song always got to me whenever I had heard it during my time in Rome.

Lia seemed to sense this and tried to explain the words to me.

“Paolo, lascia che ti spieghi.”

She put her hand above her eyes and turned her head as if searching.

“Looking for?” I guessed

“Si, alla ricercar,” she nodded. Then she pointed to me, took my hand and placed it on my chest.

“Me, myself,” I said, after hesitating. “

Ah, si, looking for myself!”