The blog is joined in mourning, and is not released for weeks.
E 'came into mourning because he died Pablo, who had
just made twenty-one.
Pablo is the son of Achim, and Silva, gypsies
two spirits that are part of the myth
a mythical village in the Alta Maremma.
E 'dead in an adventurous and rare
a path in Himachal Padresh,
falling vertically into a ravine.
from days gone by in which I myself,
more or less at that age,
walked the streets of India
with mind full of wonder and of fear.
Pablo is now dead. In this there is no remedy.
is not the first death that survive:
therefore know very marrow
the wind caressing his planet
never tire of stroke,
that twenty-one or four times that number are the same
before the Lord before us
eternal and we will follow:
but not equal
live devoured by envy,
from pettiness, fear or hatred or live with
wings
how they live how he lived some
Pablo
with wings that flew
forever in that ravine.
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