not been a month ...
And the words have slipped without my realizing it ...
I was still a child ... with the desire to do, grow up and get by on her own.
This possibility was given to me by a wonderful man who not only made me believe I could do it, I was spurred on, but took care not to make me understand what was giving me. How
support. How much support. Not only material ...
Hailed in his house. As I was a child.
I remember one day ... I was a little low and he was not much about going to see a show that is the perspective of a bore. He invited me. We went together.
an aperitif. We talked a lot. We talked about me, him, the future.
We went to the theater. I'd never been in that theater. It was really nice. With a style from the 900. Not so nice was the show, during which, on his instructions, I could not wake him in time to make everyone realize the other his snoring ...
E 'was really a tremendous spectacle. It 'was a really nice evening.
Chatter from the balcony where we moved. Then a walk under the moon of Rome to the car, the croissants before returning home.
went back with a light heart and a thanks a man who made me feel loved as a daughter.
A hard ... the next day .... I wake up in the melody of a Café du Paris ...
entered the kitchen and he is there, in his kingdom to cook ... so much chaos, as always, but the music makes everything magical.
I love this cd ... I love having a bit of a man so big and that has meant so much in my life, even if the largest piece remains in the love that I wanted, and what I wanted him.
The mountain walks, go to fungi, the songs, the guitar, his "ah, however, his desire to protect those who love even when there is none the need, the bowl of tomatoes and grains at 9 am that brings fun, the political fervor with tomato jelly, his "boys, I love you." His pain that I have not seen. The pain that I was not able to here.
I've really loved. Do you want more.
Hello Victor.
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