The city, its squares, its fountains, its churches, its streets no longer trampled by foot and friend in thought, in all the rubble and all the pieces are gone. The old customs, rites and customs only to remember now, hope to cultivate, to the day when many things are possible and again the day that much more will be permanently lost for ever.
To all the people that are gone, those who remained, those who returned and those who can no longer do so. To all the friends, the ones I lost, I found that those who do not and if they have never gone and never will, I met the new in those days so special and that, somehow, have partly filled the void left by that night.
To me, to my past and my present life, how the divide between the two is a scar that I carry with pride and pain at the same time.
In my city, and all of L'Aquila.
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