One of my pupil gave me a sheet, on March 3 last year. It 'a poem written in a clear Italian, whereas it is not native speakers.
reprint it: read it again now makes me shudder.
When the fire burns, the sea is calm.
When the earth trembles the heart is united.
When we are friends I now ask you where you are.
When the fire is out, the sea is rough and when there is an earthquake
heart is broken.
When this happens, my best friend is dragged away.
When the sky is clear the wind is mild,
when nature is alive, gold shines in the bottom of the mine.
When the sky is dark, is not the wind. It 's a storm.
When Nature is dead gold no longer shines. When
friendship touches my best friend, is dragged away.
CZ
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