You cannot die at the age of 27 with so much energy and enthusiasm for life, with so many dreams to fulfill and the certainty of having your whole life ahead of you.
Children of a dramatic heartbreaking destiny, endorsed by a moderate Italy.
Terrified of how much life reserves for us in pleasure and pain ... I only wish I could help you in this dreadful moment, but I can only join you in your agony, even if there is neither friendship nor bonds between us.
Gloria was eating her salad and Marco was making pasta for me. I was admiring the view and I was enviously taking videos and pictures.
You are one of Italy's great losses.
The gray heron and the widgeon will echo your arrival and the dry meadows will feel the breath of that fresh smile that says Life again.
Why did it have to be there and why did it have to be them.
Certain that when it touches two young people, and two young people like them, it's something far too grand to bear.
Fate is not more tragic for the beautiful than for the ugly, for the good or for the incapable for the saints or for the criminals.
The tear Infinite radiates their young ardor. To whom remains the sun that shines like an eclipses in the heart. The pain of a child who dies does not search for words. He asks only that time goes back. To give more hugs and express more signs of love ...