Dear Gaby,you re so missed. One year and a month since you went away, and we still miss your cigar, your crazyness and your music. In this long night, a thought for you. A pint in Temple Bar was up for you, and I am sure you saw me from above, mayb while playing bouzouki with the angels. And can imagine you laughing at me whie Genoa won against Milan...last time we saw you were screaming at me, because Genoa lost against Milan...it seems a century, it's only a year. The notes of Danny Boy still make me cry. I miss you so much.
"Oh Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountains side
the summer's gone and all the flowers are dying
'tis you 'tis you must goand I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed or white with snow
'tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so"
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