GOODBYE, PINE
one of the last left yesterday, on the wings of a powerful blow, a broken metà.Ne are very few of a certain age, one of the few who saw me baby in the shade of her hair to gather pine nuts. Yesterday he wanted to give me a last goodbye to resist winds of up to a minute before I passed the lì.L 'I found lying on the ground in disbelief and still beautiful, suffering, but with great dignità.Ha I wanted you to look for 'Last time down, as if to remind me how useless antics against life, which in the end it always wins and that she will only remember the good things we've done, the shadow, pine nuts, pine cones on the fire. Farewell, Pino.
one of the last left yesterday, on the wings of a powerful blow, a broken metà.Ne are very few of a certain age, one of the few who saw me baby in the shade of her hair to gather pine nuts. Yesterday he wanted to give me a last goodbye to resist winds of up to a minute before I passed the lì.L 'I found lying on the ground in disbelief and still beautiful, suffering, but with great dignità.Ha I wanted you to look for 'Last time down, as if to remind me how useless antics against life, which in the end it always wins and that she will only remember the good things we've done, the shadow, pine nuts, pine cones on the fire. Farewell, Pino.
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