Letter Of Recomenndation About Community Service

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This love

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This love, this love so violent, so fragile

so tender, so desperate.
This love, beautiful as the day

and bad as the time,
when the weather is bad,

this love so true,
this love so beautiful, so happy, so cheerful and so
mockingly, shivering with fear

as a child in the dark.
And so sure of himself as a quiet man
in the middle of the night.
This love that frightened other

that made them speak,
that made them turn pale. This love
spied on, because we spiavamo,
persecuted wounded walked

killed denied forgotten
because we have pursued the wounded

trampled killed
denied forgotten. This love
Uncut
still so alive and all the sunny, it's yours, mine,
It was what it was,

this thing ever new and has never changed.
Vera as a plant,

trembling like a bird,
warm and lively as the summer. We can both

go and return.
we forget

and then back to sleep, wake
suffer age.
still asleep, dreaming of death,
wake up smiling and laughing and rejuvenate.
Our love is there, stubborn as a donkey,
alive as the desire cruel as memory, as silly
regrets, as tender as the memory,
cold as marble, as beautiful as the day
fragile as a child, watching us and smiling
speaks without saying anything and I trembling listening,
and cry, cry for you, cry for me.
I beseech you, for you for me

for all those who love
and that you are loved.
Yes, I will cry for you

for me and for all other
I do not know, stop there, where you are, where you have been
other times,
stop, do not move, do not go.
We who are loved,

we'll have forgotten,
you do not forget,

that we did not have you on earth,
not allowed to become cold,
although far away, forever.
And no matter where, give us a sign of life,
much later at the edge of a forest, the forest
memory

get up immediately and save us
tensioner hand.

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By Jacques Prevert

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