The gloomy days were always ready to intervene. A gentle movement of a lever and you began to move: slowly, precisely. Sometimes even with a more rapid pace that seemed to sing "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple!
How many times have you permission to go anywhere in peace and never complain, always and tirelessly doing your dirty work.
How many times have you permission to make a pleasant ride in the country of a sweet girl or friends who otherwise would have been risky.
There was no drop or leaf or dust that managed to defeat you, you were the strongest. But not ... not strong enough for him!
Today I went to see how you were, to make sure that your sleep was not disturbed by a flyer advertising the shit. To say goodbye. But I found you ...
I heard a thick ... right there ... the heart! You were not there anymore! I could not believe my eyes: I was petrified before qull'orribile show the emptiness that was where you rest peacefully.
There was no drop or leaf or dust that managed to defeat you, you were the strongest. ... But not strong enough for him not: for that big piece of shit in the night you took away so young! May you
suffer the torments of hell, damn murderess!
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