Pizzini and Broremann

Pizzini and Broremann He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat in the café by the lake. Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best to be loyal to family and friends. He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child living in a harsh world not made for kindness, when he complained, gave him a hug, and told him to shut up. She had three boys growing up but of poor health and there was not enough time to pass it on to them the importance of kindness; motherless they had to become men in a world that lacked love. On a page in his notebook, Broremann wrote down her name put her name next to his heart reminds him of sisterly love and loyalty that even mad-men in Sicilia know so well.