| Uncle I've never seen | to my uncle Lt. Renato Del Din |
| Crunches under my steps the path's keen gravel of the brief upland plain amid the mountains and astonished echoes resound within magical rings of silence... Even there down, where they talk of honour and death, where evening leads memories of fights and black scars on hearths crosses give no more shadows and time erodes names .. nobody remember the stone. Burnt out and was lost your Youth between smell of powder and blood that soil greedily swallowed. Engraved on marble still last fading words of glory and honour aside flowers spring out, reminiscence of love |
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