hard to make the words that I bring into the richness of this experience, stories of life, courage to choose life despite everything ...
am constantly surrounded by great women, and not great for the age, but for the strength and brightness of spirit, and I little girl, I continue to grow thanks to their wisdom, which is made of language facts, which arrive without borders or barriers of language differences ...
that I speak English!?! that I was mistaken for English, and constantly surrounded by English!?!
The nostalgia that I received while I was there in Madrid, as a close, a vice stomach, as if this city was a person who was missing ...
little tourism, but very significant, first the "combative" in the city, I could not photograph because the full battery, where the boy was shot in 15 years ...
And then the tourist part, where it seemed to get into scenes from the film, a romantic and breathtaking ....
people, like us Sardinians, a warmth and hospitality, where those who arrive are welcomed if it were a new family member ...
honored to have had this experience ... but I'll come, sooner or later:)
What is missing today in my life ... to live alone ... I'm very happy for the rest .. . ... you know where:)
difficult to find the right words to explain the wealth of this EXPERIENCE I get on the inside, life stories, courage to choose, despite all, life ...
'm constantly surrounded by older women, and not by age but by force, desulmbradura of its spirit, and I little girl, also continued to grow thanks to them for their sabiadura who speaks the language provides of events that arrive without borders or barriers of language differences.
I talking in English!?! That thought I was a provably surrounded by English and English!
Nostalgia has left me behind, of Madrid, as a estrecimiento, as a press to the stomach, as if this city was a person that I missed ...
Little tourism, but full of meaning, before the "party fighter" of the city, I could not photograph in full, because the batteries have descardagdas where The boy was killed 15 years.
And the tourist, where he appeared in scenes of getting into films, a romantic cutting the breath.
People are very much like that of Sardinia, warm, hospitable people who welcome like a new family membro ...
Honored to have made this experience, or voleverè ... more later:)
That made my life now? to live alone, as we know:)
That made my life now? to live alone, as we know:)
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