Certo che a volte la vita è davvero crudele... We are confronted with situations that have something surreal ... such that hard to believe that something has really happened. Like when you take away a Friend ... a boy of 21 years ... sunny and full of life ... struck down by a car accident ... too young ... not had to go like this ... not now ... not so soon ... did not deserve it ... And you do not believe it, you can not believe it, do not want to believe ... That same boy you've got your first crush, you gave your first kiss ... now there's more ... no, you can not ... you can not even check your phone book for fear of finding you in front of his name with his number, knowing that if you try to call you do not respond any more ...
can not be true ... It 's sad to think that now, when you'll get a ride, not that you'll see more on his scooter, do not you healthier, you can not see that smile ... Although it had been years now that we were not speaking the same again, I will always remember his love of life of fun as it will remind me that shirt to the football field to symbolize his passion for football ...
The most beautiful thing in so much pain, you know that he still lives ... in memory of all my friends ...
Nobody ever forget it!
Very touching and emotional was the moment when the nomads to their concert, have dedicated a song from his closest friends ... seemed written for him to describe what had happened ...
Song for a friend
ran the long, straight road, the car was running fast;
ran the long, straight road, the car was running fast;
the sweet summer had already begun, next to him smiling.
Strong hands held the steering wheel, the engine strong singing.
Did not you know that there was death, that day you expect?
Did not you know there was death? When you're young
is strange to think that our fate to come and take us by the hand.
I do not know, but what you hear when the road is crazy,
when the machine is out of hand, and on another it's over?
I do not know, but what did you think when the crash killed you,
when the sky above it collapsed, when life has fled?
After the silence is only reigned among the twisted metal:
search for life on the highway, but we met la morte.
Vorrei sapere a che cosa è servito vivere, amare, soffrire,
spendere tutti i tuoi giorni passati se così presto hai dovuto partire.
Voglio però ricordarti com'eri, pensare che ancora vivi,
voglio pensare che ancora mi ascolti e che come allora sorridi.
MARIO ... hai lasciato un grande vuoto in molti
ma il tuo ricordo lo colmerà e tu vivrai in questo ricordo!!!
I love you!
