vent is approaching the third anniversary of the death of Maureen (31/05/2004).
After many years I Mauro and we have not seen, maybe almost ten, from her wedding day onwards (we saw only once, I think, to exchange stamps ...) Then, with his separation, after a while ', we took a certain attendance; Mauro unfortunately in recent times was the ghost of himself, haunted by bad luck and its problems, all linked to each other, and it was hard to think of being able to break this chain that was wrapped in, and indeed in the end we succeeded.
Despite the help of Gianpaolo, understanding (as far as possible) the former wife Kitty, the strength he derived from his son Francis, who doted on, and that little with which I tried in my small way of contributing Mauro at the end did not have it done ...
And that makes me rethink the last time we met, as we saw in the little room he had rented in the boarding house in Piazza Statuto and we did a tour of the center through some bar or some pharmacy when the Rocca Canavese accompanied him to get something of what was left of the old days, stacked in a garage after he fled the room in which he lived, and then came the Sword in the Stone by Nadia, or you went to Portugal to have a beer Ciriè, when I went to accompany him to collect his luggage from a few communities which had escaped, and came to me the Internet Point and then he stayed with me a couple of nights, when we went to the SERT in Cirie, or for a visit, and because the psychologist wanted to meet as often spoke to Mauro me ... Even now, when they are alone in the car and maybe I'm going some way that I can remember Mauro (usually at the Canavese), I have a strong feeling of his presence at my side, and sometimes put his hand on the passenger seat, how to find his leg.
Mauro and I, me and Sergio ... how much, how many memories, so many shit we did together ...
There's nothing to do, the bond is indissoluble, and I believe will remain, although there has been visited more regularly, though many roads were taken from each of us different, and, finally, despite the early and tragic demise of Mauro: whenever the game (play or see) a ping-pong, or hear a guitar playing, or throwing a Frisbee, or go on the machine Superga, or feel the Uriah Heep, o. ..
I have a letter that I wrote when he was military Bellinzago Mauro ...
The sun already dying, we
And, tonight, will have mercy of our games ...
confused hypocrisy ...
time steals contours, for a photograph.
And the wind blows away ... This
our fatal folly,
Who knows, if the seed of a feeling will revisit
Light of Day, which will give us another life!
be friends with me ...
Stay and talk to her, even if there is ...
Love, dies, dissolved in tears but we
Let's stay strong and let the world at his vices!
and me ...
The same thought! You and me ...
Your and my breath!
It will go boys, and believe it is still a bit '...
dirty the walls, with another''no''!
And go, if you want to go on!
Why, you son of time! But if
, rummaging in your jacket, found out ...
Behind the portfolio, a heart, yet, there is!
Dude, look for me!
And you will remember ...
measles and shit, among us!
The first experience in bankruptcy, who was her?
Friend, was yesterday, the sails, you've explained now!
And you girl, you too ...
blushing if the hand went down! Back
to think, you'll
mother, but who?
of him who is innocent ...
no time''son''...!
and me ...
The same thought!
What do you do if you're there, alone!
In two more blue is your flight!
Amico Amico is beautiful ... It's all ...
'eternity!
That 's what does not pass, and everything goes!
Friend!
Friend!
Friend!
The coolest friend, who will resist!
who shall stand!
About us ... About us ...
resist!
(Renato Zero)
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