The stillness of October gold Went out like beauty from a face.....

 My puppy Petrus:


Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;

But pour us wine, an old one!

That we may turn this dreary day

To golden, yes, to golden!


Autumn has come, but never fear,

Wait but a little while yet,

Spring will be here, the skies will clear,

And fields stand deep in violets.


The heavenly blue of fresh new days

Oh, friend, you must employ them

Before they pass away. Be brave!

Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!















































































































O Dio, che hai fatto il cielo e la terra, che mi hai dato la speranza di primavera, e un cane fedele, per scaldare la mia solitudine, non abbandonare i tuoi figli dispersi in un mondo ostile e buio... Dacci un posto sicuro e la forza per resistere alla tempesta, che sta cambiando la nostra vita, perche niente sara piu lo stesso quando si calmeranno le acque... Dacci il coraggio per non sentire la nostalgia del passato e la tenerezza per ricordare le cose belle senza rancore.... Salvaci, o Signore dalla peste, dalla fame, dal fuoco e dalla guerra e liberaci dalle nostre paure... Dacci fede da muovere le montagne e un amore che tutto comprende dacci la liberta di scegliere bene e di andare sempre avanti e di non guardare indietro, finche non arriveremo alla tua porta, stanchi, ma felici, come i bambini tornati a casa...


O God, who made heaven and earth, you gave me the hope of spring, and a faithful dog, to warm my loneliness, do not abandon your missing children in a hostile and dark world ... Give us a safe place and the strength to withstand the storm, that is changing our life, because nothing will ever be the same when the waters calm down ... Give us the courage not to feel nostalgia for the past and the tenderness to remember beautiful things without rancor .... Save us, O Lord, from the plague, from hunger, from fire and war and free us from our fears ... Give us faith to move mountains and an all-encompassing love give us the freedom to choose well and to always go forward and not look back, until we get to your door, tired, but happy, like children back home ...



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