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The smell of Viale Regina Margherita.
back in that alley the smell permeates my mind,
me back to years gone, I see myself a boy,
on that beautiful and festive way.
was summer when through that solitary tree-lined avenue, leads me, his hand tight in yours, leisure, in the villa next to "Amadeus", along with many
honored for excellence.
was the scent of orange blossoms and the coolness I spent the most beautiful hour with you while you
, controlling digress my novel that opened with games,
a thousand thoughts, the look on posavi me.
Then go silent and calm afternoon we tied one end:
you to build me the time of life, I
you to receive the teaching pure
sure that the will was your world me to explore.
I can still see your eyes, up your compass,
your sad eyes, full of melancholy, as
lights shining light based, Serbian
still in my time,
time, as a pledge, contained in a chest
the farthest corner of my memories that
bisognevole, now I open slowly because
not escape me in that presence.
And then, by means of spraying the scent of ancient
of that summer afternoon and thoughtful,
where few people now commonly found, I
I see you in that alley in its magnificence. The
happy and through the park,
as to cause him to keep me company,
disbelief, get it back again and
with a bit of nostalgia to
rigodere in it, that her foot was moderate
quell'orma to retrace its ancient
to read, in its past, to find myself already
Men with time His matured.
And 'Here' s pride overwhelms me in that 'old contract;
It is here that most approaches the boundary,
is here, the more I read the coranza in those sad eyes,
here ... . most bowed his head in my walk slow;
desioso because I would like to tighten the hands of those sons of mine,
to give them the old and the same gait,
to give them the old, deep look,
for showing them the way of the future better,
what I received in the same way, he pointed out to me that
to travel up to the goal,
what stopped the close, before he had the long-term
and sad scene of his life.
Aaron and
Salvatore Casales
6/29/2009 9:30:27