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After talking for a while Street, we went for a coffee to follow me explaining its history:

- It was about 11 at night, maybe a little earlier or may be approaching midnight ... oh ... I do not know why is the least important come on ... it was dark and the streets were empty. Together we waited for the bus, sitting on the sidewalk. We talked about what we like: those things in life that bring us totally superfluous every day, that is, bullshit. But then, seriously, do not always have to talk about things important and momentous, anything can take a pleasant and enjoyable conversation. It may seem that it was a normal night, but I've said that to me was very important and special. It was as if the world had stopped and we had left the city to ourselves, to enjoy more than ever these 5 (almost 6) month anniversary. And suddenly, he embraced me with love the world as long ago ...

unwittingly interrupted:

- was what I was going to say, as always ... I've never seen someone so lovingly embrace as he does with you is the sweetest. And do not deceive you, note that you too you drool.

smiled shyly, could not hide his happiness with words how are you, you realized how beloved he was and, therefore, has provided further that corresponded more than I ever would have asked.


SONG OF THE DAY: "Return To Me "Matthew Ryan


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Rocco Siffredi Na Gokartach

Walk Through Walk Through Sarrià Sarrià I

Iban together. Holding hands walking through the streets so familiar to her, so unfamiliar to him. At every step, she recounted what she had done some time ago in that place. No matter how simple it would have been the fact, did not hesitate to explain with enthusiasm. He looked at looks like a little girl, with his characteristic gentleness. She was convinced that he does not matter what they had heard or at least did not care more than anything else. What I doubt is that it is aware of what they meant those hours, those stories.

One day I met her and I explained the true significance of that evening:

- few hours were very special. May perhaps be more than other times. Each passing minute was magical. But I think he never understood the why and the importance of this situation. I was reliving the past and thus got him ceases to be only present and pass part of those stories.


SONG OF THE DAY: " Blowin 'In The Wind " Bob Dylan


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I got this feeling That they're gonna break down the door

Silence reigned in the room. Occasionally you could hear some noise from the kitchen, but I did not care. Nothing mattered to him for some time. She felt totally helpless weak, alone ...

not say how long he had there. "Fifteen? "Ten minutes? "Half an hour? That did not care. Review only knew what had happened in those last hours. She sat on the bed with his back against the wall, legs bent, his arms clutching the pillow without power and the tears still sliding down the cheeks flushed.

Someone came to ask:
- Are you better?
- Yeah ... I'm fine ... do not worry ... I'm fine ...

Never a voice had been so weak. Where was the energy that characterized? Back, way back ... In this place I would return, and to escape the oppression in which he was.


SONG OF THE DAY: "99 Red Balloons" Nena


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