It seems that the wind whispers a name
to
inviolate mountain peaks, it seems to repeat
clear water streams
in her gurgling.
... Francis ....
I see migratory birds,
in the clear sky, forming the initial
.
... Francis .....
The air fills
of joy and color,
as it descends from the sky
a rain of rose petals
more beautiful on the child that there is ...
your Francis ...
Dear Bea and Fabrizio.
With friendship and affection
George
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