And he entered the whirlwind of thoughts that mixture to the memories, drawing what could have been, that perhaps it was! He could hear the cries
not escape now! Shouted thoughts.
You have been the spark plug of our existence and when you could've been our strength.
Mai, you have been different, but only poorly understood, has always been our father, friend, brother, creator. Let our lives
essence. And remember he said: Do not run away
not separate from ourselves, not to lose what has been, in the void of fear, shame. You were our father, friend, brother, creator and we love you, even without telling you, do not run away now!
It 's always been this way: we give more importance to someone when he is separated and the deep pain hurts us: not escape!
And all the thoughts that screamed, joined to the words of remembrance. Victor did not answer. He could not. How could he?
Sad as ever, I felt his tears on the cheeks and slide helped by the will, he flew toward the center of life, and in that place, like a huge square, he met a woman who knew everything, everything that could inform him. Vittorio E
looked at the love of a child because he knew little and for the first time, felt that something was changing, and she said
My brother, Angelo lost, now you find your way, your street, I feel that your fear is greater than it had ever been and I can not bind you to anything, Nor can your love. If you decide to go, you!
But me and my brothers that you want to leave, we need to know to understand why others do not suffer. Because other children did not cry.
What's your secret? Teach your pain!
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