loved her with all my soul, and love you Until the day I die. The person with whom I have discussed more in my life, made me most mourn and laugh ... How I miss walking with her along the road to Sants, looking in shop windows and discuss the bottom of the skirt ...
My mother.
It was December 17, 2003, at noon, making no noise, just the opposite to how it was her ...
Strong, brave, stubborn, determined, a little bipolar to deceive. This December 17th
his promise, seven years after we left I saw my son on stage and my daughter taught fervently applaud his mischievous smile. I had sent my babies. Certainly we
my father and at home this Christmas after many years, are very special to me. To my mom
the Puccini aria he loved.
Ops is that the rush! Merry Christmas to everyone!
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