My little girl is a star in the sky. You look at the night when the moon is hiding and the rest of the night-time lights for the occasion. My sweet little angel shines with love, and calls me in my sleep when I turn sideways and extension arms. In the middle of the night my little creature reminds me that life is a macabre joke, whose only certainty is its end. During the day my daughter's resting place in Urbino, the shade of a cypress tree, covered with earth and grass soft and fragrant. His early death was. He would have to cry one day in my arms, the first of January, and instead chose to show his brilliance in the deep silence of the dark twilight. My little girl is a star in the sky. Look at the night when the night time lights of his love. Then close your eyes and whispers: my daughter one day will embrace you forever dad. One day Dad will be able to fix your face forever. (Written for my daughter a cold night in January)
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