" The girl who will not fly three feet above the sky "is the title of an article on Free of the writer on the case Gambirasio Poor Yara: After the discovery of the corpse's article also touches on the address by Federico Moccia, the author of three meters above the rod heaven Available on the following words:
I been made a phone call in the afternoon. "It was found the corpse of Yara Gambirasio. You could write a piece? "And so
remain silent, dazed. What could serve as what I write? But I do not want to seem disinterested. They are not. And in an instant return back in time. Three months earlier. Yara. I remember that girl. I had seen in news photos, a beautiful girl in overalls. He seemed to love the gym. In the pictures I remember with a smile, with the AP - as happens quite often at that age, with hair like braids that they became a crown. He had a white body in these pictures, you could see she was very young but already bloom a beautiful girl. He had a slightly dark complexion, perfect teeth and bright eyes. I remember that I followed that story. There had been some phone calls that said it was still in school, perhaps there was also a medium that gave some information knowing where they could find. I prayed that her parents found. But not so. Not this way. After so long was found lifeless, by chance, in the open country, a local resident who was flying a small plane. I imagine that the plane suddenly lost speed, so it fell a few meters from her. And that person was looking for him while he found her instead. She grass high. You like a broken flight of the small butterfly it was. And then I would write a letter to you Yara.
A letter that will never read, never opened. A letter will be abandoned in the pages of this newspaper. But perhaps that will come from somewhere and will to anything. Yara, I'd like to think that you have the smile of love, there is a God who would allow you to forgive, it gives you a pat with the one and only fill your heart with everything that you could not live, all what you have stolen. I wrote of love, dreams and emotions of that first kiss ... What is perhaps even Yara you've never given, perhaps what you so desired looking at that school boy not much older than you. I imagine that your smile exit, so distracted because he did not understand or perhaps a little 'yes. Because you wanted to experience love, because he had read in books, I'd seen in movies, you had dreamed a dream ... I had lived with the family watching the smiles of thy father and thy mother. But sometimes a parent's love is not enough, you want to feel love, to be three meters above the sky. Here is Yara, I would like in this world there is only love, I see you running again with my heart in two thousand excited and happy to confess to your friend for that stolen kiss, to be scolded by your parents arriving late to dinner, you would like to see innocent and happy and that this was allowed in this world.
I Yara there is only love around you and respect your beautiful fragility, for your purity, in your eyes that smile, your smile curious about love and life ... but someone will steal your dreams Yara and me and all others who love each other, cry with you
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