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As yet so much
to live
It wasn't a bolt of lightining tearing into
a life without emotions, it was the key to a journey that began
from afar. Virgilio embodied the roots of my being: my desire
for justice, my sense of beauty and of poetry, my gift of reading
the eyes of a man, wherever he comes from, whatever his life has
been, whatever social barriers and prejudices separate us.
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