you imagined as a young cedar of Lebanon. A young tree, was a gift from the generous hands and planted in the earth. In the most friendly and enlightened of my land. I would have expected to see your take thick bark, your leaves changing to dark green and stretch, your slender figure upwards. I saw your wonderful open umbrella take your leaves and spectacular, reassuring form. I expected, it . With trepidation, carefully, with tender devotion, I would have expected. No hurry without cursing never a single day, including the ones you have grown a little more slowly than expected. I was careful to keep away the annoying animals, those that dig holes, those that threaten the torso. I spared nothing that had defied your presence. I would have found that every drop of your sap had flowed freely from the heart of the earth to the top of your sensitive leaves. I prayed, because it had rained enough. Enough . I wanted to change only in your glory.
Quel tuo sostare li, nella mia Terra.
Ombra che mi salva e nulla più...
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