He would silently disappear
in the middle of something
he would go and pray
pray and come back.
He would re-appear from the silence
with his quiet pace
tiny hands
sweet eyes.
Happy in his shirt
cooking, king in his house.
Amused by little things
that he would tell and share.
Human his sweetness
talented his humility.
Here he is
In that piece of breath
where he is missed.

Silenziosamente spariva
nel mezzo di qualcosa
andava e pregava
pregava e tornava.
Riappariva dal silenzio
con il suo passo quieto
le mani piccole
gli occhi dolci.
Felice in canottiera
a cucinare, re nella sua casa.
Divertito delle piccole cose
che raccontava e condivideva.
Umano di dolcezza
umile per vocazione.
Eccolo qui.
In quel pezzo di respiro dove manca.

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