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I used to hate wasting all day, wandering around in shopping malls. Yes. Before you came into my life. All of a sudden doing that became funny and amusing, I would say interesting. All of the people in a magical parade. Impressing with you by my side. It was delightful seeing you feeling at ease in all those colours and fabrics, browsing through those crowded shelves smiling at us like you knew exactly what you were doing: having such a great consideration of fashion in Rome and keeping on telling me frankly how much you loved "shopping", in the city where hypocrite tourists arrange high-level options. In the big shops, if you directed your glance to an area where the latest arrivals were elegant enough for your graceful taste, you had to try every possible suit and sometimes even asked for my incompetent opinion. But you were very picky, you would never say yes to a compulsive purchase. Exactly like that time when I got to pick you up in a commercial center in the south-east (Cinecitta, with accent on i, you liked to say laughing). You had to travel more than an hour on your own to reach that place from Corso Francia, but then you couldn't find anything appropriate for a fancy young lady and then we got out with empty hands. I could see no trace of disappointment in your eyes. You were very patient, my love. Sometimes, on our way home, while I was driving in heavy traffic, we were singing so loud, in a blaze of glory, that Matthew Sweet's song that you loved and asked me about one year later. Those were the days... when everything was possible.
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Title Shopping
I used to hate wasting all day, wandering around in shopping malls. Yes. Before you came into my life. All of a sudden doing that became funny and amusing, I would say interesting. All of the people in a magical parade. Impressing with you by my side. It was delightful seeing you feeling at ease in all those colours and fabrics, browsing through those crowded shelves smiling at us like you knew exactly what you were doing: having such a great consideration of fashion in Rome and keeping on telling me frankly how much you loved "shopping", in the city where hypocrite tourists arrange high-level options. In the big shops, if you directed your glance to an area where the latest arrivals were elegant enough for your graceful taste, you had to try every possible suit and sometimes even asked for my incompetent opinion. But you were very picky, you would never say yes to a compulsive purchase. Exactly like that time when I got to pick you up in a commercial center in the south-east (Cinecitta, with accent on i, you liked to say laughing). You had to travel more than an hour on your own to reach that place from Corso Francia, but then you couldn't find anything appropriate for a fancy young lady and then we got out with empty hands. I could see no trace of disappointment in your eyes. You were very patient, my love. Sometimes, on our way home, while I was driving in heavy traffic, we were singing so loud, in a blaze of glory, that Matthew Sweet's song that you loved and asked me about one year later. Those were the days... when everything was possible.
Work type Music
Tags soundscape, alternativemusic, analog, vocal, soaring, classical, gloomy, strings, piano, newmusic, electronic, athmosphere, passionated, romantic
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Identifier 1903130259999
Entry date Mar 13, 2019, 9:10 PM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0
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Author. Holder Fabrizio Filabbi. Date Mar 13, 2019.
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