today reflects that, after years traveling elsewhere, in practice, I returned to house where I grew up. I looked as if it is not until just before the saw, all the things that have changed or people who are simply not there anymore. Objects, people who have left trace in my memory, an indelible mark in my life.
I remember my mother , his severe speech and loud, his laughter sincere, she went up to wake up with a kiss, the beautiful plants my grandmother, I have systematically destroyed for years my cat Beo , that morning of October I found property in the garden; carefree little sister who just wanted me to go with her around, which has given way to angry woman with whom I argued earlier. In a drawer, photos of F . who decided to indulge in a room of the hotels that he hated.
Today there was the sun, after three days of heavy rain. I opened the window and I heard the scent of lotus leaves rotting in the garden. And the wind, which brings in the smell of pomace oil produced in the periphery. E 'come the Fall.
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