Kidney Donor With Herpes

was around 1978, and I remember
knowledge made at that time.
My father introduced me to a representative of the Lakota (Sioux),
an interesting conference that led to the palace in Piazza Adua
business, I remember the insistence with which
pressed on the concept of religious freedom and free expression.
I know now this person is gone but has left a legacy
made of words and gestures complete. Even now, if still
my pensiei hear his drum.

The words my father said to me in those days I will always remember the
,
on that white horse so high that scared me. Quanta
existence is passed?
a procession of events that echo ...

that ran this summer and how many emotions
Over the years I have forgotten or placed on one side

"at the end of life is a flower that loves us"