Sometimes I feel that life is going upwind sometimes I just feel the brutal heaviness
sometimes I feel like drowning in a stormy sea I sometimes
I feel swallowed by darkness, implode and explode
sometimes I feel a microbial insignificant ant that wanders into this world
fortunately, there are hugs, real or virtual, the ones that warm the heart with little important words spoken at the right time
then I try to open my eyes and see what
love around me feel the weight of the head of my baby when asleep leaning on my shoulder I love to sleep holding her hand
love to feel his naked leg and count perfect five beads on the back
I love getting lost in his eyes that smile at me, recognizing the long lashes of her father, but do not understand where it comes from that color of the iris so special
feel love Anastasia rehearses with his sweet voice and eventually they say good by itself
great love listening to my daughter, who speaks a mezcla of Italian and English
love it when you ask me a large tablecloth to go swimming, knowing that it takes a long towel (Italianization of large toalla)
I love shopping with a stroller and sofi following me with the basket trolley stops in front of an edition Limited suavinex bottle and says, "Mom used to Anastasia", which is quite ricordandasi bottle so that I wanted to buy the last one that we love the sea
marvel at the sharpness of Sofia
I love that man, that the airport with tears in his eyes tells me: "I need you" I love waking up in a hug
, which seems to protect me from all
love love love the streaks without betrayal
new, out with her hair in the wind heels, carefully choosing your clothes and feel good
love to shop and find super discounted items beautiful one-tenth or one twentieth of their list price
fragmentation of the hate and file a piece of my heart in every place where I go, but love however find other pieces that fit in my heart I love to walk
Verona, recognize the walls, the houses, the facades, windows, bridges and alleys
let me love you kiss from the sun in the Piazza Bra, bask in its warmth , feel alive, in tune and in harmony, in the only place where I would always be
This post is in the context of "Me and Nina" , L 'Amore should not be a secret
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