"La differenza", faceva una canzone di suo padre "è tra le persone che ti chiedono se possono fare qualcosa per te...
e quelle che lo fanno e basta."
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It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
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«Smettila, ti fai male.»
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«Devi sapere questo: che io vi ho voluto, e che io vi ho amato. E che mai nessun dolore e mai nessuna tragedia o malattia potrà mai togliermi la gioia di avervi conosciuto.»
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«I never stopped caring... I'm pretty sure I never will.»
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«I'm so so sorry, baby girl.»
«Don't say that. Don't ever say that again.»
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Cara Miramàr...
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Mama there's wolves in the house
Mama they won't let me out
Mama they're mating at night
Mama they won't make nice
They're pacing and glowing bright
Their faces all snowy and white
Bury their paws in the stone
Make for my heart as their home
They tumble and fight
And they're beautiful
On the hilltops at night
They are beautiful
Blazing with light
Is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one
She's muscled and fine
When she runs
They're tearing up holes in the house
They're tearing their claws in the ground
They're staring with blood in their mouths
Mama they won't let me out
They tumble and fight
And they're beautiful
On the hilltops at night
They are beautiful
Blazing with light
Is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one
All muscled and fine
When she runs
Mama there's wolves in the house
Mama I tried to put them out
And mama I know you're too wise
To wait till those wolves make nice