The memory of a friend
I think that nothing else much comfort us, than the memory of a friend, the joy of his confidence
you told him with absolute confidence:
to summon him to feel him close,
almost hear his voice and continue talks never finished.
David Maria Turoldo
I dedicate this poem to my best friend
that has accompanied me with his friendship along a stretch of my life
helping to overcome difficult moments, to be found along the path.
This is no longer with us, remains his lasting memory of a sincere person.
by Gianpiero.
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