This week I came back home... strange to come back .... it's good of course but on the one hand it seems that it's not home anymore and on the other hand it's like we never left...
Strange to have so many feed backs lately... 5 years already that I left for a dream; almost 8 months my Dad passed away... it's strange how a friend of mine was true when she said: you will miss him more and more. I was not really close to my dad. We cannot say that we had great talks but... seems like a part of me died that day.
I would say that growing up means that we select parts to keep going on... I miss some parts of me that died 5,4,3,2 years and 8 months from now...
Just finished a book called "the day I forgot you" ...it will barely happen as we do not forget we just learn how to live with memories...
Take Care
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As coisas por que passamos, boas e más, e a maneira como lidamos com elas, fazem de nós o que somos. O resto fica nas entrelinhas.
Os tipos da macrobiótica dizem que somos aquilo que comemos. E concordo!
E também digo: somos aquilo que vivemos. E temos memória selectiva, e é essa selecção que fazemos. O que amamos, quem amamos e amámos.
A memória é uma coisa boa. :)
Como dizia um Grande Senhor "Recordar é VIVER". Toma lá, só para ti: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4W_zRGrLG8
Beijinhos***
Xu
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