I opened the casket of the soul, and I extract from my collection of memories along with a photograph.
And 'the image of my life, that so far lived, to a time that was ... and no more back!
Through that bit of time on paper nailed me again little girl ... and with hope in my heart, I look through the glass of a finastra the world ready to welcome.
At my side ... the void space left by a small passenger distracted, sent from heaven to walk on earth and called for early se.
Besides this, though sad, is the only system that has the sky to make the angels!
Its presence is absent, has influenced my life and the idea that I have of it.
I like the feeling of living in a sort of large air bubble, which complicates the movement of all those that live inside us, making us incapable of even a silent embrace.
We learned how to go through our days as spectra, one step after another, evanescent as steam.
I am wearing the weight of serious sin.
Up from the first day of life, I knew that I lived alone, in memory of quell'angelo I was kindly given way but I asked him, I would have grown canceled, so give him a small reward, as a legacy to other delivery ever enjoyed.
I would like to stop this wind that blows cold air in our house in order to finally lock the thread that broke dell'impeto using wind whip painfully the face of my father.
I would like him to understand that I need him, its safe embrace of his presence, his heart.
I wish that I taught to feel appropriate.
I would like you to understand that I love, un'amore that has occupied the wake of another love, but we are not opposed loves, loves you rather meet on the same line, and moving towards the same direction.
I wish myself with all that is reconciled to God, and that having stopped him for having taken away his angel, but rather thank him for giving him
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Every time claiming his hours, his days and his flow, before blossom where there will be over the course ... where you will not be!
And 'this is my time. Our time!
Roberta Beneduce
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