Mio grande amico ,grande musicista ,persona di una sensibilità grandissima ,marito di Marisa Battistoni,padre di Roberto ,Rossano (amico mio) e Massimiliano(piccolo amico mio).Morto di cancro alle ossa.My big friend and Father of my big friend Rossano and ours brothers Roberto and Massimiliano.Big Musicist.Death of Lung Cancer.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints upon the snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain andI am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning hush,I am the swift uplifting rush,of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die"
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints upon the snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain andI am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning hush,I am the swift uplifting rush,of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die"
Mio grande amico ,grande musicista ,persona di una sensibilità grandissima ,marito di Marisa Battistoni,padre di Roberto ,Rossano (amico mio) e Massimiliano(piccolo amico mio).Morto di cancro alle ossa.My big friend and Father of my big friend Rossano and ours brothers Roberto and Massimiliano.Big Musicist.Death of Lung Cancer.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints upon the snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain andI am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning hush,I am the swift uplifting rush,of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die"
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints upon the snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain andI am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning hush,I am the swift uplifting rush,of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die"
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