This tree was standing by the river running down the street 110 with an inclination of approximately 30 degrees (if we make an angle with an imaginary line drawn parallel to the horizon). Today I found him lying on his face against the concrete of the pipe and I wanted to mourn, but its branches were dry and had no leaves and look more like a living muet a healthy tree.
front of my house there is a eucalyptus, a huge eucalyptus that we will cut many branches because it is about to get out of the windows to the apartments of the third and fourth floors. Sometimes when I walk from the west touch the trunk of the eucalyptus and feel that I get a strange power, like eucalyptus talk to me, as if he saved energy and stories of all the years he has been standing there, many more of the 29 I took walking around the world.
When I look into your eyes I think things are built pretty well, slowly, without haste and without pause, like the trees that grow without you realize:
- When I look into your eyes fill with tears you make me want to hug you and feel that I talk like this eucalyptus, telling me things that have happened in this world since long before you walk, the stories of your grandparents and mine, the worlds we come from.
- When I look into your eyes and smile it's hard not look the other way because unbearably beautiful lights, because it's like sunrise, as if it were in front on the Neapolitan coast, although the only Italian among us is the origin of the pizza that we shared.
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