Friends are like notes, which put together give a harmony, an agreement friendship that unites them and unite forever .... and this is why friendship is forever, as the emotion that music arouses: infinite and wonderful ...
Giulio Belviso
Father, if you were not my father if I were a stranger to me, for yourself also love you. Which reminds me of a winter morning that the first violet on the opposite wall and found out your window there pray for happy news. Then he removed the wooden ladder on his shoulder came out of the house and appoggiasti the wall. We were the small window. And that other time I remember my sister small yet for home chased by threatening (the stubborn did not know that). But raggiuntala screaming loud From fear you missed the heart, that I had seen you chase your little children, all of you scared wavering drawn to the chest, and caresses the inside of your arms' entangled as to defend it from that bad that you were you before. Father, if you were not my Father, if I were a stranger to me, among all those men already so many in the heart of your child love you. Camillo Sbarbaro