Renato Zero I Migliori Anni Della Nostra Vita - Sei Zero 2010

A friend, a drinking buddy (and he’s not the first), tells me he doesn’t have much time left: stomach cancer with metastasis.
What the fuck do you say to him?
First of all, tell him not to tell anyone, because then they look at you with that fake pity while actually thinking it didn’t happen to them. Then a string of curses, slamming my fist on the table so that everyone stared at me (we were at the bar) really badly.
I can’t stand injustices, even though I know they’re the foundation of the world we’re forced to live in.
I can’t even stand death anymore: I used to think it was some kind of liberation, but if you know you’re going to die before it happens, I think it’s devastating.
No words, except the one he said to me as he hugged me: “Marco, I’m scared.” poco: morte: abbracciandomi: