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Pain grabs the heart without squeezing it. No grimaces. No lips turned into locks. Today it’s just silence and continuous footsteps, a slight screeching of soles on the ground, and those eyes, swollen, that will end up wearing out the pavement.
Pain grabs the heart without squeezing it. No grimaces. No lips turned into locks.
Today it’s just silence and continuous footsteps, a slight screeching of soles on the ground, and those eyes, swollen, that will end up wearing out the pavement.
Discover the powerful story and rich symbolism behind Guttuso’s I funerali di Togliatti – explore this moving tribute now!
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