Merini
I have talked on the phone a month ago.
What beautiful voice she had. And bright and sprightly.
Merini Alda, the poet. It did not seem real hear it, write its number in the pink, why not, the phone just was not suitable for the occasion.
has not understood who I was. He thought it was a bank. Then he understood that we were talking about books and returned to the peaceful: there was talk of real things. At the end
closed the phone abruptly. And I was almost moved because even if I had heard for a few minutes, I had heard.
Hello Alda, we'll miss
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