Dad par excellence. Seal the transition. Or menstruating, or the first bras petite or first love. All those things are too explicit and vulgar at once. Only the first high heels.
Those days I was particularly conscious of the shortness of the days and the fragility of the body ...
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I'll have forever. Even when they are old and worn shall keep in its box and keep this as an ancient relic.
people in the street carrying flowers and a festive air was latent. But hablábamos. When we reached the main street parade was still there. The floats lined roses were in bloom and the drivers threw daisies. It was the celebration of spring.
I figured jumping and dodging the people to get a flower. I imagined myself without fear, talking of my mother and returning with a poppy and a kiss.
a small workshop full of buds awakening fell at my feet. Not become a flower nor was nice. He was gloomy despite being green, but I had to fight with anyone because no one wanted it. I picked it up and gave it to her c
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