At my parents' house, in a red cardboard box, I found lots of old photos.
I think they are beautiful, and my father when he was a boxer, my mother complete with her couture, full lips from my sister and I, with curls and fair skin.
I spent hours searching through my memory to recall all the memories of when I was small.
photos for this help a casino, in a moment you show them at the birthday party of my sister when we were led to make that long walk in the mountains until you reach a large cross of iron, when my father I positioned around the house for photography, etc.
E 'beautiful life is beautiful to say it, live it in every breath, share it, to be able to remember.
E 'look beautiful, look at the photos and see what the hell are growing.
Where is that brat, capriciossa, who said that great would marry his mother?
It 's all still to complete in me.
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