and I wanted to cling to the earth axis and stop the world. Then I looked around and the sun shone still. cinguttavano birds anyway. the sky was still blue.
maybe it was better that way. you went in the most beautiful summer day. everything dies, especially people. and with you a piece of childhood. but it all goes away. remain afternoons playing ball and Holidays in Trentino. and the days at the lake. and the appointments of three and one quarter the level crossing.
something remains forever.
no one goes so far as to be forgotten.
RIP
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