Does she need to recall what/how/why was the beginining? or care about the destination? Canzonetta is today. As she does not have the luxuary of the burdens of yesterdays or the longings for tomorrows, her domain is humbly restricted.
She can indulge in endless babbles about herself but ask her a question that will threaten her shrouded existence and she will turn her face away like a grumpy child. It amuses her to see the unsuccesful attempts to reveal her saddest song, her loudest smile :), her next dayz stop, or her sunny sky. And then they look at her in amazement, awe, apprehension, sympathy, disdain and finally resignation. Necessarily in that order.
Canzonetta falls in love everyday - with the world (or its image) through 'a red tinted glass', with the world (necessarily its image) without a red tinted glass, with the late goodbyes, with contradictions, with resolved polarities, with raindrops, with the certainty of routine, with the expectation of variation, with a longlost tomorrow, with a newfound yesterday.
It rained.
