What book am I?

You know... you asked me at some point, last night, what book you were. The first and single title that came to mind was "Un Uomo Finito" and so I told you my resolution. But I wasn't sure. It didn't feel perfectly right. It was from the top of my head... True enough I did not know, but just perceived you. Since then, I kept on thinking if that were true. I even read the book again to see if I was correct in naming you as such. I wasn't. I don't know why no other book appeared while feeling you and trying to catch you in a title.

It's been a year since then. Only now I'm able to reconsider my position and say that no book I've ever read can describe you, can grab your being into its pages. But sounds can. I have to choose between Spring - Part 3, which also coincides with my favorite month of the season: May - and Summer - Part 1. The first choice is playful, serene, easy, joyful, loving. As you are when away from the world. The second is more dramatic, with both ups and downs, with tranquilities and storms, with crescendos and decrescendos, with calm and fury, with childishness and seriousness, with moments of meditation and brute acting. More like the daily you. This is what you are to me, in sounds...

Unable to answer your question... please take this one into consideration and know I'm still searching.