Angelina Biella
Nov 5 · 4 min read
To be held.
To be held.

My Godfather Joe Tribute 10–27–2019

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

As long as we are remembered, no one ever dies.

Joe Saglimbeni was from a small town in Sicily called Limina. It was a town in the Pelitorani Mountains; a town that time forgot. In the late 20thcentury, many people left Limina to pursue their fortune and future abroad. Some escaped to Australia or Venezuela. Others, like my godfather Joe, came to…

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Words…. my best friends…my worst enemies. The right words are kind . The wrong words hurt, except Italian words, words in Italian always sound good.

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