My way

"My way" by Sinatra had listened to all his children, already in the belly.

Pietro operated that old record player in his office and, after placing the stylus lightly, crossed his legs on the desk top and with his head leaning back on the back of the chair, his hands clasped behind his neck and a joyful expression painted on the back of his head. face, he remained there for hours, listening to that song over and over again, as if he were never satisfied with it, as if he could steal from those verses the true meaning of happiness.