When I Will Die
Fore my friend,
James Forte
When I will die
on the plains of Baragan,
in the village of Ulmi,
the birds will sing
like every year,
their Spring trills…
Like birds,
unknown to anyone,
I'm going to die
under the blue sky ...
And the life
will go on ...
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