Sometimes it takes time ...
It 'a long time since I write. Do not reuse
longer find the time or inclination to write ...
Thinking ... Talking ... Communicate in other ways ...
But more often then I was with a pen in hand and the desire to leave a mark ...
But as a sign can be so strong?!
I wonder what they can prove that the graffiti on the walls of the night sbizzariscono beautiful homes Boghes than grabbing the rights of others, those who daily steal or cheat or rape and then return to their their bourgeois houses, neat and pints, embracing their luxurious wives and their daughters having sex with the caretaker or give pocket money to their children who steal in class or send on You Tube images from their mobile phones to luxury. ..
Meanwhile, someone in the street without a trace on their wall: a signature, a phrase, a drawing, a gesture of freedom ...
course if it came out of the house and find a scribble on the wall, I get angry, but if it were a piece of art ... But we jump
stake in bush, as is my habit ...
flew three months of work and lots of LOVE.
Cicitto and I are always together. We celebrated, March 22, our fourth anniversary. It seems only yesterday that I climbed and descended the stairs, cheering as if we had won the World Cup, reading the message which said: "Every encounter enriches and teaches me something. We are deeply grateful. We feel more calm. TVTTTB"
That message was like opening a door that had been closed for centuries, had opened the heart, which yearned to take breath.
In four years, we have built a couple, family, friends and relatives, with invitations to dinner and parties for children ...
We have become visible, even preponderarnti in the lives of those who know us.
are one! and we will be up to old age!
I did not tell, for word for word, what we experienced in these three months, maybe because I did not want to do a diary sterile peddisequo a story ... I wanted to live ...
And now I had the desire to share this with you.
no reports from the accountant, but emotions ...
In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.
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