It was a cold October day and the mortuary of S. Francesco Hospital in
Imperia was sunk in a dignified silence interrupted by a muffled painful
crying.
I walked down the corridor towards the doors of the rooms where the dead
bodies were lying. While I was approaching them I heard those crying getting
louder, when I walked past them I heard them more silent, like a sinister
music that wanted to play with me..................... ........................................................................
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Daddy was there with a very elegant "smoke of London"
suit, his white, unusually so well-combed hair, his austere face, wide
forehead, his mouth, ... the mouth................................ ...........................................................
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I've been struck by his mouth...first I couldn't understand why...then
I perceived a mocking smile on his lips which affected me deeply...................................
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