Late Period And Mucus

Five June

This poem is dedicated to Mark, a friend of mine who died, just the five que June 2009 .
not present it that much because I believe that these alone.

Last day of school,
a shot, and you
,
trace,
a shot in the silence,
a bullet hit you,
bullet uploaded by yourself,
bullet that made you disappear from the face of the earth. Five
June,
celebrate the end of the school, which will celebrate
more
makes no sense to celebrate it,
after that day you left us
,
left in the world that, you do not
was best.
not holding my legs higher,
head that he could not think of anything else,
crying
a night out with friends,
made no sense, no sense
work
cicatrizzerà wound that does not ever
because
although sometimes
your behavior was annoying, but
,
nobody will give back those nights full of sympathy,
those evenings where
also a gesture,
was ironic,
irony with which you play well you know,
Did you know brighten up a Sunday afternoon,
you that you were never angry
,
wanted to let you all
respecting your choice, you say
,
that
I have always loved you.