guard the wind to push it in times of poor transport.
I will keep in mind the sun when the fog will fall on the mountains that surround me.
will break the time to be able to share with my brothers away.
will grow not only in the size of my wallet.
I will live the rest of what I can and will experience no bad thoughts will make their way through the daily routine of washing, pulp and cooking lessons to explain.
I'll be a proud Southerner who speaks well of his home in Naples and Campania to the north and down when he returns to criticize a time came to South
discard my fears that perhaps as many gifts are not always nice, but you are an adult and complains only those who are only ever fallen out of bed for home.
'll breathe the air here and see the world differently through the filter of purity and innocence.
'll be back. Sooner or later. But only to start again. The brothers greet them every time. But with the calm consciousness of those who know the brothers, the real ones, are never far away.
