The open doors of the immensity.

The smile of the sunshine accompanies them in the beloved stroll along the paths of the valley and in these magic moments their attention is turned to the sounds of the young birds singing the chorus that lives in the tenderness of the meadows full of flowers blooming while the touch of the villager bell remembers that everything is destined to die leaving the trace of a solitary passage.
When a glimmer of light settles on the pond surface reflecting the movement of the leaves creating the dance of a trembling emotion they decide to stop for observing the stunning colors of the nature and so, after having sat on a bench situated close to a garden, this sweet couple in love relives with the thought the happiest moments of a serene existence lived in the certainty of a strong and sincere feeling.
While the wind blows bringing a sensation of nostalgic quietness and the sunset is arriving with the fleeting light of a fugitive ray they resume their walk reaching the top of a hill and here, sitting on the wet grass, their look runs in the immensity searching the glimmer of a constant faith.


Song of life.

And when the song of a free bird is touching
the sunset to follow the trail of an inner happiness,
while the flame of the candor is spreading again
for giving the silence and a fugitive smile, when
everything shines and time, with a soft wind, is
running away I can feel, in my heart, a glimmer
of life that always remains...

Song of life.

And when the song of a free bird is touching
the sunset to follow the trail of an inner happiness,
while the flame of the candor is spreading again
for giving the silence and a fugitive smile, when
everything shines and time, with a soft wind, is
running away I can feel, in my heart, a glimmer
of life that always remains...

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El sonido del amor.
( other version )

En el canto de
la noche brilla la
luz del amor infinito
y en esta magia
cada cosa adquiere
un aspecto distinto,
con un tierno sonido
que dona el candor.
Pero esta mágica luz
es fuente de extremo
sufrimiento, como
la noche que viene
para morir donando
a la estrella el miedo
perpetuo.

Francesco Sinibaldi

John would be 45 today, miss him greatly, Christmas never the same anymore Happy Birthday John

Yes

I still think of you often.

Yes

Stop by once in a while. John will always be missed

No

I randomly was searching up a forum username
bigjohN79 on a website throuhg google and found this link - thinking it may be their personal site. I was reading it and couldn\'t stop reading. Just paying my respects to this man - it seems that he was loved and the fact that this website is still in operation and here says a lot. I\'m sorry for your loss and hope that he went to a better place and is at peace. He must have done so much for so many people so thanks for taking the time to put this up. A total stranger has been humbled by this. Thank you, again. Vincent from England, UK.

Hofstra

Best person I knew, funny, caring, loving, couldn’t ask for a better friend or roommate. John was as original as they come. Heart of gold, balls of steel, tough as nails yet sensitive. RIP Champ!! Miss you daily

20 years ago today still mourning

yes I loved him like my own son

I can't believe its been 12 years John would have been 33 tomorrow, I often wonder what might have been

Yes

I cannot believe its been almost 11 years since this tragedy happened. I went to Hofstra with John and tutored him with the football team. I will always remember him teasing me and making me laugh. He was a great person and was taken way too soon. I will always remember him and continue to pray for him and his family.