Mi risulta difficile scrivere e ancora di più per un amico, un Caro Amico. Cosa dire di Tonino? Potremmo parlare per ore ed ore, come eravamo used to do on the street walking or talking in his house in the square, sitting on that stone, near the old pharmacy. So here to help me read a poem in high school, remembering the few readings from a "concerted " and the other (as he liked to say when we were playing).
"Goodbye, my friend, goodbye"
You are in my heart. A predestined
separation
promises a future meeting.
Goodbye, my friend, Without
handshakes and words, not sad and nothing
Melancholy lashes:
die in this life is not new,
But newer is not even live
( Poetry by Sergei Alexandrovich Esenin )
Emilio
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