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Lucky To Live With Passion

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I first saw them standing there on the stage that lucky night. They just looked so beautiful standing there. And when they began to sing I wanted everything to stop. I wanted nothing to change… ever again. If they could just keep standing there so beautiful so…

That is beginning to be a long time ago now.

I have been lucky enough to attended 6 concerts. All heart stopping. But ah, that first fall concert of 2013. I wrote this poem then. Those of you who have been around a while might remember it. It’s when our Boys were Boys. If you’ve been to a concert you know the feeling. If you haven’t, well.. here’s some idea.

I CAME, I SAW, I CRIED

Concerts come and concerts go.

Some even cost a lot of dough.


Some are weak and some are strong

Some are great and some just wrong.

But the very best one by far,

for this one night … a shining star.

On September 5th I heard them sing

with an orchestra and all they bring.

They stood there, all three, handsome and young.

Pride in their eyes, music on their tongue.

When they began I started to weep.

I’d had visions of this in my sleep.

I sniffed alot and looked around.

All were moved by that wondrous sound.

It came from Ignazio’s heart and Piero’s soul.

Beautiful Gianluca had a goal.

He wanted to prove he loved us back

by giving us what we all lack.

Italian words, at an Italian pace,

In an English song so full of grace.

We all stared in disbelief.

Time moved quickly, the show seemed brief.

There was never a trio who

could mesmerize like these guys do.

It really happened, this quest we shared.

How could any of us have been prepared.

To hear what we heard, to see what we saw,

Impossibly without a flaw.

They won my heart, oh, a while ago.

And on this night I loved them so.

Those Angles sang to us…they sang to me!

My body shook, I knew all could see.

The passion I have for those three guys

Took no one there by surprise.

Mothers, Daughters, Fathers too

All had a look as if they knew.

These lads will grow up to be men.

We hear them now, we’ll hear them then.

But on this night, oh, this night of joy!

I saw heaven there and not a boy.

~Marie

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