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Back from Hell

Two and a half years later, I saw Ste.
The appointment was before the coffee Trombetta.
It was November and it was a beautiful day.
By now I had graduated, and somehow I had to tell him I especially see his face.
Not everything can be said by phone and not everyone can write. I went opening with his little bike and a bunch of half a century ago for me. 'We go to a park,' and I said I did not mind the idea of trying a little oasis away from the chaos of the capital. I looked him in the same way he looked when he asked me to go to the grocery store tomorrow Put. We sat on a bench, as if time had not passed we were still talking to us. Stè gave me his Christmas gift, read a part of my thesis, I parried his work.

'Yes, where? 'I asked as I slipped' my 'black helmet. 'We go to a park,' he repeated. I seemed to open the boxes until I realized that Chinese Stè did not know where to find a park! 'But you do not live here now? Do you know one you like, 'I said CONUN bit of concern. 'I heard that any one on Magliana'

'okay, let's go on Nomentana, there is Villa Torlonia, at least finalemnte I'll take the' 'Yes,' he said with enthusiasm in taking the motorized vehicle. Only at the first intersection, we realized I knew him more than the road, which was worrying! My sense is enclosed dell'orinetamento the interval between -1 and 0. Rome go by and I finally managed to keep my promises a delel. The park of Villa Torlonia was and still is, by way of accommodation.

I gave him my rose.
dined together recalling the time when you could see every day.
has promised to visit me, I promise you forever.
Every time we leave, it's as if we sure to meet again after 10 minutes. Not true, at least as time goes on our orologi.Per the rest has always been so, the time 'physical' does not matter, we are not afraid of losing.
Stè elo spirit is always wise to have a deep awareness of its existence, good and evil, right and what is not, of grief ee of happiness. I am opposed to the spirit tightrope walker who always seems ready to go. A juggler along with an essay.
It laughs, it has always laughed, but in his heart he knows that is true as I know, too.
Stè We'll see, I do not know when, but I know it will happen.
Meanwhile, say hello to your mom, your emotions and take some care of you or farari I know that I'll have to go into a rage and scolding and you'll have to tell me that you're not a child even if the last ultrasound on your stomach is gone (Stè miracle?) is not a good reason to make fun of me.