On the blog of Maria Theresa, click here I read a poem that not only make me feel a great emotion, has in a sense, given "voice" to the meaning of separation from a loved one ....
DEATH is nothing
Death is nothing. They are just past the other side is hidden in the room as if I were accanto.Io I always have and you're always tu.Quello that we were the first for each other so we ancora.Chiamami with the name I've ever given, that you are familiar, tell me in the easy way you always usato.Non change the tone of voice, no forced air of solemnity or triste.Continua to laugh at what made us laugh, the little jokes that we enjoyed so much insieme.Prega, smile, think of me my name is always the familiar word first be spoken without a trace or shadow of our lives tristezza.La retains all the meaning it has always been: it is the same as before, there is a continuity that is not spezza.Perché I should be out of your thoughts and your mind, just because they are out of sight? are not far away, on the other side are just around the corner. Reassured, it's all bene.Ritroverai my heart, they find the tenderness purificata.Asciuga your tears and do not cry, if you love me: your smile is my peace.
Henry Scott Holland
Thanks Maria Teresa.
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