Hello warriors! I am 21 years you're dead, but your memory is always alive in my heart.
Klem
So be it!
become uncertain and hesitant step, slipped on the soft sand without force, leaving behind a trail of confused, trembling hand while trying desperately to turn the damn cigarette-ta. With deep sighs
you estraniasti absurd than reality, with the look-dendoti and mind in which one could admire the magical sunset from the beach of Posillipo.
The bold and vital security of your twenty-four years vanished in an instant because of two "mutilated" phrases, such tearfully, by people who believe your best friend.
And I did not know what to think. What can I say, what to do.
Look at the world around you live with a stu-pefatta expression and staring eyes. Such is the expressive
to appear expressionless, perhaps because we feel that no-wash these human could ever decipher.
I had teased him, calling me heartless bear, referring to the futility with which "burn" my life. E-Gendo taken some sad news, looked puzzled expression my-plagued it and you wait until you hear some of my trouble, not realizing the real reason why I insisted to take in one of the places where we shared the most beautiful moments of our lives young wines.
I do not know why, but I had flashed in the absurd and wrong with the belief that it might be easier for me to talk than to listen to if you were in that enchanted place.
Yeah, a bear! Maybe I was, but when your parents asked me ave-compartment, acting as your best friend, to tell you the truth, my proverbial numbness was gone, leaving only so much an-anguish in my soul.
I hated your brothers for the cowardly attitude he had towards you.
I've hated, but I've agreed to be the bearer of the note-aunt, choosing this fantastic place, so significant for both of us.
"My friend, you have cancer.
The doctors have told you a few months of life. "
I lowered my head can not stand your gaze, before and after in-credulous desperate, trying for the first time in my life's bitter and salty despair, yield more distressing if the polcrale-silence that had been created around us.
The wind seemed to have stopped.
no longer hear the waves crashing on the rocks, or the lone seagull screech away.
All the elements were agreed to respect your silence, watching the sun set blood red.
You have walked a long time on that "our" dear little beach, it was a cigarette after send- l’altra con sospiri angustianti. La mor-sa che ti stringeva la gola rischiava di soffocarti. E per la prima volta in vita mia ho sentito un uomo gemere: soffrire di asfissia nonostante il vento che rinfrescasse la notte. Mille volte avrei pre-ferito assistere ad una scena straziante fatta di urla e singhiozzi. Poiché niente poteva essere più macabro di quel tuo respiro ago-nizzante che usciva sibilando dai polmoni.
Hai guardato fisso il mare e la striscia violacea del sole mo-rente; poi il cielo, le stelle, la calda luna col suo mistico alone, co-me se volessi stampare nella mente tutte quelle magnificenze e non dimenticarle più. Come commiato a questa vita hai versato un’unica grossa lacrima così densa che sembrava si fosse fermata sul tuo viso, e con una voce roca dalla disperazione hai sussurrato al vento «E così sia!»
become uncertain and hesitant step, slipped on the soft sand without force, leaving behind a trail of confused, trembling hand while trying desperately to turn the damn cigarette-ta. With deep sighs
you estraniasti absurd than reality, with the look-dendoti and mind in which one could admire the magical sunset from the beach of Posillipo.
The bold and vital security of your twenty-four years vanished in an instant because of two "mutilated" phrases, such tearfully, by people who believe your best friend.
And I did not know what to think. What can I say, what to do.
Look at the world around you live with a stu-pefatta expression and staring eyes. Such is the expressive
to appear expressionless, perhaps because we feel that no-wash these human could ever decipher.
I had teased him, calling me heartless bear, referring to the futility with which "burn" my life. E-Gendo taken some sad news, looked puzzled expression my-plagued it and you wait until you hear some of my trouble, not realizing the real reason why I insisted to take in one of the places where we shared the most beautiful moments of our lives young wines.
I do not know why, but I had flashed in the absurd and wrong with the belief that it might be easier for me to talk than to listen to if you were in that enchanted place.
Yeah, a bear! Maybe I was, but when your parents asked me ave-compartment, acting as your best friend, to tell you the truth, my proverbial numbness was gone, leaving only so much an-anguish in my soul.
I hated your brothers for the cowardly attitude he had towards you.
I've hated, but I've agreed to be the bearer of the note-aunt, choosing this fantastic place, so significant for both of us.
"My friend, you have cancer.
The doctors have told you a few months of life. "
I lowered my head can not stand your gaze, before and after in-credulous desperate, trying for the first time in my life's bitter and salty despair, yield more distressing if the polcrale-silence that had been created around us.
The wind seemed to have stopped.
no longer hear the waves crashing on the rocks, or the lone seagull screech away.
All the elements were agreed to respect your silence, watching the sun set blood red.
You have walked a long time on that "our" dear little beach, it was a cigarette after send- l’altra con sospiri angustianti. La mor-sa che ti stringeva la gola rischiava di soffocarti. E per la prima volta in vita mia ho sentito un uomo gemere: soffrire di asfissia nonostante il vento che rinfrescasse la notte. Mille volte avrei pre-ferito assistere ad una scena straziante fatta di urla e singhiozzi. Poiché niente poteva essere più macabro di quel tuo respiro ago-nizzante che usciva sibilando dai polmoni.
Hai guardato fisso il mare e la striscia violacea del sole mo-rente; poi il cielo, le stelle, la calda luna col suo mistico alone, co-me se volessi stampare nella mente tutte quelle magnificenze e non dimenticarle più. Come commiato a questa vita hai versato un’unica grossa lacrima così densa che sembrava si fosse fermata sul tuo viso, e con una voce roca dalla disperazione hai sussurrato al vento «E così sia!»
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