. . . . Ciao, pluvian troat
The king is dead. No, not that king, this one.
Luciano’s fight is over. Never again shall his voice fill our ears and hearts. He has become a legend and shall be heard in the booming of thunder, in the peaceful flowing of a river, in the troat of a pluvian.
Considering that sixty is the new forty, it’s a pity to see someone so young gone.
Farewell. May you find peace.
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on November 26th, 2007 at 10:52 am
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