My heart is with you...

Sunday I have received the news that the grandfather, one of my best friend, it had been arrested and imprisoned in a jail of Paris; the news has hit to me like a mallet behind the nape, I did not expect one hard truth and inequivocabile, but like all the truths it's arrived raw and violent in my life. I do not want to speak about the reason for which they have captured him, and not even if it deserved it, the only thing that my mind hour perceives its lack and worry for my great friend, a feeling of impotence in not being able to make nothing, not to have informations it's like attending in a sauna of being cooked slowly.
Within of me I hope that all it is resolved without too many problems, I hope with all the heart, but i'm an stupid in judicial field and my mind cannot make hypothesis so close to the reality without bases on which making comparisons; the only thing that I can do is stay so close with the heart and the mind, to embrace it in that sick cell, to hold it for hand during the process that came...
I can't see the day to embrace you my friend, it lacks to me so much.
A thanks I send it to Sa' of the "LIBERA" of Modena, that it has answered to me timely raising my moral to me in this fucking week, thanks still I bleat.
I waited for you to house friend mine, you hold hard.

FOREVER STRONGER THAN ALL!

RED