My beloved brother,
when you cross the river of eternal life
may the angels strew your way with flowers.
Your heart is pure and stainless
and your soul never will die.
You are now in a faraway land
where the moon always shines
and the sun never sets.
Before long we will hold hands again,
to walk together until the end of space and time!
The poem has been excerpted from A Hidden Sicilian History
Ettore Grillo, author of: