Everything starts with a phone call .. dry and terrible, a concise but clear message:
"And 'Dead Loretta, Porelli." This
on a hot Saturday in August, twenty-four hours before the final evening the "Prize for poetry THE FLOWER " which would certainly not have missed.
But instead, his poems the beloved Loretta has gone elsewhere to listen ... I can not tell you where but I really hope for you in a better place, better than this world for whom he always had words of criticism and denunciation, but also of great hope.
Hello Loretta.
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