he wrote.
Although thousands of miles and an ocean separated us, I was close ... I felt like I spoke softly, almost whispering, and I told her story. I read, however, and with amazing attention, as if he knew of a lifetime. Feeling a little strange, for a conversation between two strangers.
Suddenly, talk of distances and distance ... and began to discover that all the nostalgia that kept the young man now lived in me. I missed him because I knew deep in his shell, he missed his homeland and its people. I wanted to return to the neighborhood where he was born and casual witnessed his first steps ... But his neighborhood was not mine, his nostalgia was not mine ... it was all yours .. Why could not help but share it .. seize it?
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His lyrics I suggest rebellion, youth, shouting, strength. The wings suggest trying my own, to be found somewhere on this crazy planet. Over the Atlantic, the sea or the River Plate .. To laugh like us to look through the camera, as I will see you ...
... It should be very huge wings and many desire to fly, to take the backpack and head out to seek new horizons ... It should also own brightness in order to be our guide, because sometimes the road is uphill, and the stars are not always as intense. We must be strong as rocks, brave as a warrior and have the integrity of the river that sometimes leaves without saying goodbye.
I do not know why I say this, nor do I have it clear to whom I speak, only by doing so, my Well I find it more pleasant and most beautiful night. The heat invades the yard, and spare me a shirt, you should be sleeping because it is already late at night and plugged into the nose. But regret very much to your regret, leave the window ajar, because I promised you ... put the diver and go to visit ....
A Bru ..
With love ...
And I chose this picture because I see you laugh. Rusike-
