PICK UP MY DREAMS FROM EARTH and keep them intact in the HEART WITH YOU ...
"The Cross" by Darkeemo - song for Federico Aldrovandi
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There is a wind, a subtle but real breeze, the wind of time is that everything tends to deform at move, remove, and the wind carries the dust that tends to cover, but there something in this air enters the eye, is a tiny fragment of land, a grain of sand, we look back is clouded tears, tears are a natural reaction as vital, that grain of sand we call the truth.
We mourn the truth in a world that say modern, modern to the point that the truth is becoming more or less makes me think, what differentiates a person from a man.
Because, in my small way, I can give you a heart, as well as for others it may be legal advice, a tear, a smile so sad as full of hope.
Because what keeps alive is what keeps alive Frederick Patrick, that part of town, in Italy, the world naturally offers itself and the best part of herself. Why
discuss for hours but deep down as a song says, "there is nothing to understand," is rather the desire, the moral duty to restore their dignity.
Because everything that has emerged is a total lack of humanity, a disappearance of a code of ethics, because in life you can make mistakes but the darkness makes it all feel persevere.
And then we've never dominant hand to hold, because justice and truth must return that same hand to caress.
Gigi Telloli
text for the presentation of the evening "ALDRO" ARCI Bolognesi, May 21, 2010 (published on Tellusfolio.it)
if not you know the story of Frederick: http://federicoaldrovandi.blog.kataweb.it/
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