Dear Friends, I have dedicated this website section to the
Fallen Praetorians not for the sake of sadding you, but
to pay the right and heartfelt homage to the "Pretoriani
di Cures" that are fallen in the execution of their
mission that consists to place side by side, serve and defend
in every time and in every condition their man Leader of the pack.
It is impossible to describe the sorrow caused by the disappearance
of each of them, nor is possible completely define the unlimited
void leaved by their absence, but it exists the words: gratitude,
honour and life. Gratitude for the emotions
and the moments spent together, from them gived to our
souls, perennial honour to their indelible memory and above all
life, because even if their bodies are disappeared for us our
friends are still alive.
It suffices look up's , close
my eyes and
call their name assembling them...
... PRETORIANI DI CURES …
...and suddenly as if by magic
it seems that
they walk beside us answering...HERE WE ARE!!!
A far-off day when my desires
were the real sons of soul, your big eyes met my hopes.
Nothing could stop your fervou,r and eternal days spent
together that had not the word end written on .
Thanks to your endless energy, I have rediscovered the life
value ;
Thanks to your big strength, I have trusted my self again;
Thanks to your unending kindnes,
I have appreciated love again;
Thanks to your unshakeable fidelity, I have experienced
the word friendship;
Thanks to your incommensurable love, I have breathed as
fresh and light morning air the being and the becoming certitude.Now
at nightfall, my eyes scan the horizon without more yours
beside; now I call your name and our old whistle without
receiving any reply; now I seem to be hearing your powerful
bark yet, and I smell you close but you are not here; now
that the pitiless blade called destiny hit hard my bigger
innermost thoughts too, I miss you immensely and nobody
can soothe my deep wounds. You were the first of your breed
brothers, and now thanks to you I know that the dignity
and the pride road will be the run that I followed with
you, and I will follow with the others. Do not be cold and
afraid up there as you were not here; do not ululate for
loneliness but be proud and bold. Now for you the time has
come, to run at breakneck speed through the green pairie
with our mutual friends; run happy and free from all limit
but wait me, a not too far day I will come to you . You
will still hear your name ring in the air, and I know that
whistling you will be again beside me and in that day closed
in upon from this music, our eyes will meet again and forever.
Every day on awaking,
we seem to be hearing
yet clearly your sneezes of happiness, even if your sweet
black figure
does not appear anymore
in front of our eyes;
Every time of the day as you were
still here with us, we are looking
for you in your favourite corner and we only find the disconsolate
void;
Every time we come back home
we expect that you,
as usual come and meet us
showing your unmistakable smile;
Every moment that we spend with
your breed brothers tells
about the time spent with us;
Every night when your bark
does not comfort our heart anymore,
in the stars we are looking for
the light of your eyes that punctuates unlimited the vault
of heaven.
Our dear Brinja,
Thanks have shared
with us your goodness,
Thanks have gived our destinies
the precious gems of your
unforgettable looks,
Thanks have watched silent
nonstop over our family.
Nobody and nothing could
equal your unlimited fidelity,
Nobody and nothing let me run
like you at your bedside,
during the disagreeable disease
that malicious snatched you
from our life,
Nobody and nothing has waited
my arrival to give me
the last ray of light, and then
leave with the very last this world.
Quando un anima pura scompare anche gli occhi che non l’hanno mai vista versano lacrime;
Quando un anima pura scompare anche le parole di coloro che non l’hanno mai conosciuta vengono meno;
Quando un anima pura scompare anche il cuore di quelli che non hanno mai sentito il suo nome rallenta perplesso i suoi battiti.
Se però quell’anima pura che vola via appartiene ad un Cane, allora essa non è scomparsa, ma, è una delle infinite pietre che compongono l’arduo sentiero percorso sin dalla notte dei tempi dall’uomo in compagnia di chi gli Fece Brillare le pupille con la sua Fedeltà, Pronunciare Parole per descrivere le sue Gesta, Palpitare Forte il suo Cuore colmo di un sentimento chiamato Amore.
Massimo SPADONI
When a pure soul even disappears the eyes that they never it have not seen shed tears;
When a pure soul even disappears the words of those people that they never it have not known come less;
When a pure soul even disappears the heart of what have not feel never its name slows down perplexed his pulsations.
If however that animates pure that flies away belongs to a dog, then it is not missing, but, is one of the endless stones that compose the arduous run path from the night of the times from the man in company of anyone did him polish the pupils with its fidelity, pronounce words to describe his deedses, palpitate strongly his full heart of a feeling called love.
la tua forza come la tua ubbidienza….totale ed incondizionata!
Sei arrivato nella nostra famiglia all’improvviso ed inaspettato…eppure da vero Pretoriano hai subito impugnato il Bastone del Comando…eri Tu il Maschio dei Maschi….Lo Stallone degli Stalloni!
Ora sei volato lassù insieme agli altri amici Pretoriani ed attendi paziente il nostro arrivo per giocare ancora ed abbaiare forte al cielo come solo tu sapevi fare.
La vita è solo un sogno piccolo nostro e svanisce presto ma il tuo segno di festa che ci hai regalato poco prima di lasciarci ci dà una certezza…L’amore non muore Mai!
Ci inchiniamo in ginocchio di fronte alla tua memoria….
Grazie di aver condiviso con noi parte della tua Luminosa esistenza;
Grazie di averci donato con sincera convinzione la tua Amicizia;
Grazie per aver illuminato con la tua meteora il buio delle asperità quotidiane.
Ieri, Oggi e Domani sei stato, sei e rimarrai il Rottweiler Fiero e Nobile di Sempre…
Un solo Grido al Vento…..GRAZIE SATON!!!!
Massimo, Donatella, Cecilia e Tutti i Pretoriani
Your muscles mighty as a mountain,
your smooth mantle as the silk,
the your black eyes as the abysses,
your strength as your obedience....total and unconditional!
You arrived in our family suddenly and unexpected...yet from true Praetorian you have at once grasped the baton of the command...You was the Male of the Males....The Stallion of the Stallions!
Now you are flown up there with the other praetorian friends and wait patient our arrival to play still and bark strongly to the sky as only you knew behaviour.
The life is only a dream, little ours, and fade away lends but your sign of love that has given to we before go away gives to we a certainty...the Love doesn`t never die!
We bend in knees in the face of your memory...
Thanks of have shared with us part of your bright existence;
Thanks of have given to we with sincere conviction your friendship;
Thanks to have illuminated with your meteor the dark of the daily asperity.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow you have been, you are and you will remain the Rottweiler Fierce and Noble of always...
An only Cry to the Wind...SATON THANKS!!!!
Massimo, Donatella, Cecilia and All the Praetorians
Dolce, Affettuoso, Tranquillo, ma, anche e soprattutto Fermo, Sereno e Coraggioso, una Roccia Stabile e Sicura su cui poggiavamo Tutti Noi.
All’improvviso il destino ha deciso di colpirti con durezza e Tu da Incontrastato Capostipite dei Pretoriani hai risposto alla sfida offrendo il tuo petto senza alcuna paura; hai Vinto TU l’ultima battaglia mostrando a tutti la tua più Sublime Virtù: IL CORAGGIO!!!
Le lacrime che abbiamo versato e che verseremo su quella Roccia non saranno MAI sufficienti per esprimerti la nostra Riconoscenza….GRAZIE PRINCE!!!
….UN PRETORIANO NON MUORE MAI!!!
Massimo, Donatella, Cecilia e Tutti i Pretoriani
Sweet, Lovely, Calm, but, even and above all Stop, Serene and Brave, a Sure Rock on which leaned All We.
Suddenly the destinies have decided to strike you with hardness and You from Uncontested Founder of the Praetorians has answered to the challenge offering your breast without any fear; You have Won the latest battles showing to all your more Great Value: THE COURAGE!!!
The tears that we have poured and that will pour on that Rock NEVER enough to express you our Thankfulness…. THANKSPRINCE!!!
….A PRAETORIAN DOESN`T NEVER DIE!!!
Massimo, Donatella, Cecilia and All the Praetorians
HONOUR
TO OUR FALLEN PRAETORIANS
Max von der Somerweide
To
Max von der Somerweide
