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when I was really young not a fiction of youth

as now, I swear! I was moved in hate for you

'cause a fascist can't be in right side

in any case

even when his action are carried by truth.

All your decayed values as the word of Lord Father.

It seem'd to me an old heap of oppression and a

grammar of words of submission to learn

under an ancestral iron heel.

when you became too old, tired and sick

to arouse fear

and while all you fought triumphed everywhere,

you let yourself in amazement to my care

and a strange respect was born and grow in both of us

was like I ever known

that must there be something

of your way to be loving

and careful in my being and so too late

I understood that often

is just a matter of moods.

In the hour of your death

the word "forgive" was like the prays

that our simple forefathers said in their deathbeds

together with all who were gathered to bring

comfort in the sad moment of last farewell.

Now some well-thinkin' subject

can say that is a good'n'right thing:

that all fathers of this kind silently disappear

of a luminous future a well-centered image:

a really free family without father or better

without men.

No more oppressions, no more rules and guidance

and bad examples of male haughtiness.

let's eradicate them at the obsolence and loneliness.

All this makes me feel one more time similar to you

while they seem expect from me

that I rejoice for your right and well-deserved death.

what a champions of human mercy these correct-men.