Mi sono avvicinata a Marina per l’ultima volta, sul suo grembo c’era una rosa. Avrei voluto uscire in strada, prendere un fiore da un rampicante e posarlo sui suoi piedi, ma poi mi sono trattenuta; resterà uno dei tanti gesti mancati della mia vita. Ho guardato Marina attraverso il velo delle tears by coming to terms with a strange quiet rebellion, a mixture of pain relief, and cursed by the end of a long suffering. While staring at his eyes closed, I did nothing but messing around in front of smiling. A thousand happy times with her experiences have emerged from dark corners of memory and have occupied the entire space of thoughts. In certain situations aside everything else, as if the newspaper does not concern you either, you need it.
the Marina's mother took her hands. I do not know where you find the strength to part with hands held tight during the early stages, led while carrying a pencil, touched with tears in his eyes and held for the first time a bike handle bar or steering wheel of a car. His daughter
Valeria touched his hands. Maybe you have a suggestion, but it seemed that his features were suddenly took all the folds of those of his mother. And I read in his eyes knowing that he must begin to walk through the world with the strength of her legs. We arrow shot from a bow to Marina had a deep love of learning. I embraced
Caesar taking away the echo of a whisper, moved: - And now with those who quarrel in the car? Going home, arrived at the junction of the bypass, every time I will think of her that makes me the act of slowing down.
Crossing the threshold, which I mentioned in the strong sunshine, I thought that part of the body beautiful, the hands.
not waste any opportunity to caress and squeeze anyone looking for the heat contained in the full capacity of our affection.
the Marina's mother took her hands. I do not know where you find the strength to part with hands held tight during the early stages, led while carrying a pencil, touched with tears in his eyes and held for the first time a bike handle bar or steering wheel of a car. His daughter
Valeria touched his hands. Maybe you have a suggestion, but it seemed that his features were suddenly took all the folds of those of his mother. And I read in his eyes knowing that he must begin to walk through the world with the strength of her legs. We arrow shot from a bow to Marina had a deep love of learning. I embraced
Caesar taking away the echo of a whisper, moved: - And now with those who quarrel in the car? Going home, arrived at the junction of the bypass, every time I will think of her that makes me the act of slowing down.
Crossing the threshold, which I mentioned in the strong sunshine, I thought that part of the body beautiful, the hands.
not waste any opportunity to caress and squeeze anyone looking for the heat contained in the full capacity of our affection.
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