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Uno strano fatto

I love to walk in the hills around my house, followed by My Stellina proceed along paths that I do not know and sometimes I stop in a meadow to rest or eat the nuts fall from the tree.
Often, those who went before me left his unpleasant memories: cans, plastic bottles, empty cigarette packs, tissues. I get angry with those who have no respect for nature and his staff try to at least move the rubbish to the edge of the lawn, not a permanent solution, but at least the grass is clean.

During one of these operations I came across a sheet of notebook paper, I swore as usual, then I realized that it was written something. Intrigued I took it and I read, not all of the text was clear, the ink ruined by water drops, tears or rain. I tried to understand the meaning and complete the missing parts:

around here

everything smells of you

you try under the leaves

between plant roots

I do bark

to see you spend all day

and not to disturb your thoughts

you turn, you see a tree

and feel a sigh

I am there

A brief explanation:

know, imagine this scene perfectly,

that you walk in slow motion and you turn around, smile

Your beautiful smile that you feel like your a tree,

and continue your walk slowly.

go to live your life elsewhere, and I remain there,

to wait for your next step,

to protect your way.

and cursing the fate that you gave me only a few minutes.

Obviously I have no idea who the fugitive lover during a walk like mine has stopped writing these words to his beloved, nor do I think meeting him would recognize him.

Or maybe the package was flown there from somewhere.

I tried searching in google, but the text is unknown, so there is certainly a famous poet.

I am a bit 'saddened of her sadness, especially for the phrase "and cursing the fate that gives me you just a few minutes, perhaps for some spell of a wicked witch is forced to live an impossible love.

Then I thought about the smile he describes, and I smiled too.

course, the woman in question just has to be unique and special to deserve the thoughts so delicious.

Luckily my life is less complicated: I had two strokes in Stella and I started to mow the grass with their feet to return home.

Upon arriving I transcribed the text, then I put the paper in a bottle, I plugged, with the scooter went down to the lake and I have abandoned to the waves.

Like believe that sooner or later the princess of my unknown friend will find the bottle and it will be recognized in the short poem, and perhaps give you a hug and a kiss to his bum.

Then I came home to a berm beer, I kept the bottle, who knows what tomorrow will not make me lucky enough to find another piece of stray poet.