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In silence he looked at the people gong round him, he observed every little detail. Bit he didn't see. Indeed, he had been watching for a couple of years, carefully examining the faces, the deeds, the movements, the posture... But he could not observe.
The emozione, as suddenly, exploded in his mind, however, without interfering with reality.
The firm and rigid lips, the eyes pointed forward and some individuals that turn around him, first dangerously close and then extremaly far away.
No sound was head, or at last could not hea, understand.
Questions appeared in his mind, his throat tightened, his eyelids lowered, and a last memory came to visit him, death beffe him.

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<<... do you know why people laugh and have fun? To forget. Instead, do you know what I was doing? I was crying and I was hoping in an attempt to remember>> stood up, his body illuminated by tender sunlight. From top to bottom, he held out his hand, and from that moment he realized who death really was.

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