Here are the last words of a great man
A Eleonora Moro
(Undeliverable)
Noretta My sweet,
I think this is the last one. For some mysterious reason I appear to be blocked any hope. It is not known even approximately, what happens in the completion of the various initiatives which when you speak. The Pope can not do anything even demonstratively, in this case? Because we had so many friends, to hosts. Not a voice that I know, has risen since then. You've received one letter of the "Day", I wanted to carry on his chest, so to keep me company, when he died. But he lost in cleaning the prison. Though I have asked, I did not know each other. Almost thought I had done something shameful. But it is the mechanism, it can be. And you should have advised (forbidden) to make any protest, it would not be served anything, but I proved that I have loved some more. It 's been coldly determined and I was treated as if only I had used the DC But do not even have a time considered the situation to see what was appropriate to do, save what could be saved, to understand. A sudden fright. For me, it's over. Thinking of you and, if they are oppressed to distraction, you recall, we find, large and small, from elderly and young and all the beloved Luca pace with which the moments yet available. And then the doubt about your health, the reason for your silence. I hope you follow Freato and Rana. Our after 40 days will be a bit 'used to, but forgotten, I hope not. If Torre does not come, start by keeping me in Rome, or in the church of Torrita. Abbracciameli all all, one by one, each day, as I did.
Remind me a bit ', please. I am dark and a bit 'dazed. I think it will not be easy to learn to look and talk to God and their loved ones. But there is no hope other than this? Sometimes I think of the bad choices, so many, the choices that others do not deserve it. Then I say that everything was equal, because it is the fate that takes us. As we leave everything is love, love big big for you and our fruits of so much incredible and impossible happiness.
That remains something of everything. I embrace you strong, my Noretta. I would die happy if I had a sign of your presence. I am sure that there is, but how it would be nice to see her. Aldo
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