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Pubblicata il 18/09/2023
Questa pioggia è una dolce compagnia
mi accarezza i pensieri e mi consola,
la ringrazio perché
dice per me quello che io non riesco a dire.
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Re Artù
Pubblicata il 28/05/2007
The death of a king hides a great power........

In the old age when dreams became true
a king was born in the far land of goddess and wizards
a strange birth from the blood of a war to an ancient love.
His mother was a daughter of past and secret memories
hidden in the heart of the secret land of Avalon.
Inside the child the blood of one hundred kings
blessed by dragons and gods a never broken line.

He is the king who was is and will be.
He is the son of one hundred kings.

He is scarred by the fate his future is already written
He will have the crown and he will be killed by his son
But his name will never be forgotten, for evermore.
He was born to unify the new with the ancient world
his life and his blood will close the wound
the past will be able to survive in the future
the ancients gods and arcanes will not be lost.

He is the king who was is and will be.
He is the son of one hundred kings.

The valours of that time will be forever carved in his sword
his wonderful and mystical sword forged with the steel fallen from the sky
and empowered by magic and arcanes rites at the presence of the gods.
The blade gathers all the people around one flag for freedom and peace
to live honouring hight ideals and respecting all the humans being and their opinions.
The hand which clasps the sword is strong but he is still a man that can't win all the time
the last battle is closer every day and it will rise from the ashes of a forgotten past.

He is the king who was is and will be.
He is the son of one hundred kings.

His son in his soul the same blessed line
became a dark spirit for the thirst of power of other persons
be ready to let him kill just to see the king dead.
The last fight is begun, the swords cross, the blood flows, the warcries hurt the hears:
father and son face toward each other the steel raised ready to drink the blood the same blood.
Now they lie on the ground, in death both of them have found their own truth and the mighty sword disappeared.
The king is gone, an age is over, but he will never be truly dead because......

He is the king who was is and will be.
He is the son of one hundred kings.

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