i morti vivono nei nelle anime dei vivi, tu, matty, vivi in un'ametista viola

it has been said like that, from an ancient wise roman...
deads lives in alive's memories....

and you?
where r u matteo?

I know
it's weird
what i feel in me
why crying....still, after a year?

for who I am crying?
and...
is it right to keep.....crying?

and
i will stop my tears this night
the night u died
in a glass of read wine
i will mix my tears with this rubin blood of the glass

and leave some drops down on ground
for u

i know u like
that strawberry flavourished clouds!

with love
con amore
per sempre