My dear dad, how are you? |
From the photo I noticed that you got up
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I'm fine, I miss you and you know it, I kiss you for every second past
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I wondered if I was a nice thought, if I was guiding you or if I was a passenger
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Not even to say that dad is on a drop ship, you can't see me if you look at the sky
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Received orders, you were eight years old, you did your homework in the living room
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It was a beautiful poem on August 10, at the cost of making me stay you repeated it to me
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We were no longer accomplices and you told me I would end up badly, like swallows
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I remember very little of the facts except that at times you didn't hold back
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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See how they fall
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything is connected by
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Tears upon tears upon tears upon tears
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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It rains in the wet
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My handsome one, I remember the first little steps, the kisses to my mother when you were in the womb
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Then a great war, after the atmosphere, each bomb was a shooting star
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While they took young people, such as adults and the elderly, by names and surnames according to the
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initials
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They were sent into orbit but in the role of space scavengers
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Don't see your bad father, I abandoned you, yes, but you are alive
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From morning until night dressed as a garbage angel
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I still remember a poem by Pascoli: my life is like that of swallows
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And since that day X of August, I have you next to you and I speak to you, you listen to me singing of
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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See how they fall
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything is connected by
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Tears upon tears upon tears upon tears
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything flooded
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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See how they fall
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything is connected by
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Tears upon tears upon tears upon tears
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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It rains in the wet
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It's a war, we leave, she and I look at each other, I spread kisses,
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I see it then I catch an "I love you"
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You, my son, look at my face, I run on the guardian chariot, let's go
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Ticket in the palm I spend minutes looking at it, I open it, I read it, I think of you,
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but I cry and
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I can't stand the intense detachment and I can't reread the 10th August anymore
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San Lorenzo, I know why so much
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Of stars for the calm air
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It burns and falls, because so much weeping
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In the concave sky it sparkles
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A swallow returned to the roof:
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They killed him: he fell among the thorns:
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She had an insect in her beak:
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The supper of her swallows
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Now it is there, as on the cross, that it stretches out
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That worm to that distant sky;
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And her nest is in the shade, waiting
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That chirps more and more slowly
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Even a man returned to her nest of hers:
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They killed him: he said: Forgiveness;
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And a cry remained in the open eyes:
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He brought two dolls as a gift
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Now it is there, now it is there, in the hermit house
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They wait for him, they wait in vain:
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He motionless, astonished, points (Addita)
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Dolls to the distant sky
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And you, you, Heaven, from the top of the worlds
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Peaceful, infinite, immortal
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Oh, oh! |
Flood it with a cry of stars
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This opaque atom of Evil
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything is connected by
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Tears upon tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything flooded
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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See how they fall
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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Everything is connected by
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Tears upon tears upon tears upon tears
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Tears upon tears upon tears
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It rains in the wet |