More Sensitive To Pain After Menses

The nostalgia and regret ... About


I'm back!!

After so much time meeting the desire to leave a message, a text that speaks to me, when I talk about me ...

I had a heavy period and still is not over. But there are moments, there are emotions that lead me to the keyboard and start writing ...

for the umpteenth time I saw an episode of "Montalbano" and I felt the smell of the sea, my sea, I enjoyed the smell dll'erba dried by the salt, the color and light that only in those places you can see.

And I regret that my Cicitto not have seen them, they have not tasted it with my own senses.
This evening he was with me to see the same images, which are not exactly in my house (I am a bit parochial, but is not Acese as Ragusa) and translating the words that were said, by comparing the language spoken at home.
But how can I make you feel as I feel, how do I make you feel at Cicitto my own emotions ...
turning to the internet what do I find? Article about Baron Von Gloeden, famous for his stay in Taormina and photos of naked men and now he will do a show in Milan. A case
?!?
I do not think the case!

Siciliano My soul, my blood, I am screaming inside!

few weeks I will go for a few days at my parents' house and the thing that pains me most is that Cicitto is not with me, to see what I see and enjoy ciò che io gusto, a sentire ciò che io sento e questo mi trascinerà con una forza indicibile a tornare tra le nebbie della Brianza per poter riabbracciare l'Uomo della mia Vita.

Mia madre al telefono, dopo molti mesi che non mi vede, mi chiede di Lui, dicendo che, visti i tempi che corrono e le coppie che si rompono, è bello sapere che ci sia chi rimane insieme nonostante tutto.
Ma questo durerà fino a quando non sarò a casa e dopo pochi giorni tornerà all'attacco, dicendo che fà continui voti al Signore perchè faccia il miracolo e riporti il suo "figlio perduto" sulla giusta via, cioè si sposi con una brava ragazza, quelle stesse "brave ragazze" che hanno cornificato i mariti e hanno abbandonato children to chase another man who Trobe more vigorously.
So you fight and I curse the moment I decided to travel to make a pilgrimage back to my roots.

Better to be like the mistletoe, such as orchids, which take root wherever they are based and that becomes their home.
The anchors do not allow us to go to our "happy island".

My roots I planted in the heart of my love, my beautiful man who loves me beyond words and I love without limits.

Perhaps it is better to close and that references the next time, maybe less with nostalgia and regret.
In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you. Yours, save (and Cicitto).