Margherita

And he knocked on my door, I said "Come in"
He smiled so shy and satisfied, I thanked him
Pizza's hot, his hair white, his eyes surrounded by lines
He asked if he was late, I said there were no better times
Walking backwards, reached the door again
Bowed and greeted with his beautiful head
I couldn't help my tears fill my eye bed
I thought he must've lived whatever he could
Some times, some persons, somewhere
How beautiful even just their being is!