His bright eyes and red a sob that escapes even if he does not want,
my fists clenched so hard that his nails leave their mark on the palm,
moved the hugs of friends, the
jokes and smiles bitter
reliance on Internet and technology,
the thought of all films I will not see the movies with you, the rope bridge that we will not set in September at the carnival, festivals and fairs in October where we will not be sitting next ...
The waiver of an everyday living in two, even if obstacles,
the countdown to the Christmas holidays, from now on,
the tears fall and melting makeup,
Ovosodo a wrong nor in up nor down (* cit.)
the melancholy that comes before the distance.
In a little more than forty-eight hour childbirth, as well as provides a path of life and studies, set seven years ago now.
It is a whirlwind of joy and sadness that I do not know what to prevail.
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