to gilly from afar
dear little star
how I miss having you near me
And though your light shines on me from afar
I have to continue on and appreciate
your warmth from accross the cosmos
dear little shining star
at the end of the day
I look at you and my emotions just flow from me
and all I feel is your warmth.
One day things will be different for you and I
my little precious star.
but until then
I must be content to take you in from afar
Alessandro Carbonaro
Spring 2004
how I miss having you near me
And though your light shines on me from afar
I have to continue on and appreciate
your warmth from accross the cosmos
dear little shining star
at the end of the day
I look at you and my emotions just flow from me
and all I feel is your warmth.
One day things will be different for you and I
my little precious star.
but until then
I must be content to take you in from afar
Alessandro Carbonaro
Spring 2004
posted by fulvio at 14:35
4 Comments:
I remember
He was barely three when he was comforting my two year old daughter when she had an ear ache at her birthday party.
At one of his birthday parties (maybe 8 or 9 years), all the boys were happily taking turns with the piñata – my daughter was shy and a little frightened by it all. He took the time from his own party to bring her some of the treats from the piñata and sit with her until she joined in again.
Wild Indians running around the house whooping and calling and leaping over the bushes until his father shushed them (that worked for a very short time)
He played “Stairway to Heaven” on his guitar for me and others when he was 15? 16? I missed the old garage band his father and I used to play in …
Then … all of a sudden, he was standing in front of me at his engagement party! Grown! Wry sense of humor, a real presence in his own right, easy to see how and why men would follow him into unbelievably scary situations, he immediately seemed to deserve respect without demanding it.
Good Bye Alex
Fare Thee Well
Bill McCullough
I am so very sorry to hear of the less of your son Alex.
I became aware of his passing through members of the Democracy Cell Project blog. Gilda knows a couple of the members of the Democracy Cell Project through joint acquaintence Cindy Sheehan.
Please accept my deepest condolences. Love, peace, and prayers to your family.
Sherry Morrison
Linton, North Dakota
Dear Gilda, Fulvio and Gildita;
My heart is with you on this day.
As I read Alex's deeply loving poetry to his Gilly, I saw his beauty, his maturity, and his goodness of heart. You were always aware of this about him. I heard it in your voice as you spoke of him. He was born with the seeds of these qualities. Seeds you planted. You nourished them in him as he grew, and they were in full bloom when he was touched with the love of his soulmate. For this you must be proud.
Not being able to hold him, to kiss him, to share life with this sweet man, must surely be nearly impossible to bear. It feels as though there may not be enough time left in the length of life to ever totally ease the pain of drawing a breath without him. But, the tragedy of his life being cut short due to a senseless war, has not the power to dim his essence.
I believe that, in a way I do not understand, Alex is alive, aware and even joyful in his new reality. That his only concern is for the sorrow being felt by those he loves. I believe that love is the connector. That pure love, as only honest reflection can purify it, cleansed of desire, doubt, anger, regret, sorrow and fear, is a gift that is available to all of mankind should one seek to attain it.
I believe that as we recognize this as a truth, we will come to know Alex as present, for real, though not in body. Much like a blind person can know their surroundings better and better as they learn to attune their other senses to use as tools to help them "see", I believe that we can learn to connect, in real time, with those we love.
I believe that the power, light and love that is Alessandro Carbonaro, is present, eternal, and available to those to whom he is connected with love. I pray that this is so.
Please forgive my ramblings. I don't expect you to even care about reading them yet. They are mainly written to ease my own pain, and to allow me to hold on to an illusion that they might be of help in some way, in soothing your profound grief. I have a deep desire to connect with you, to send you waves of love, to let you know that I am your friend, that I want to feel with you, to share with you, to ease the sense of the interminable sorrow; but I do know the truth about the pain of loss, and that there is no relief except through the grace of God within. And so, I send a prayer for the grace of God.
I am here to offer what ever you think I can help you with.
Your friend, Katherine
May Peace Prevail on Earth!
¡Harmonía!
My goodness, it is as if Alex wrote this beautiful poem to young Gilda as a message that he is with her, still, from afar. The tables have turned, but the love is there -- always.
In awe
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