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I'm listening to "Back to Life" by Giovanni Allevi ... His music is poetry, it makes me experience emotions, sometimes new.
If I close my eyes I can imagine in many different situations.
Who knows what were the feelings of Allevi while composing ... I feel so sweet and sad at the same time ... like life.

Yes, life is just so ... sweet as love, because as children, such as a cup of hot chocolate drink while chatting with friends. Other times, it is sad how the rain behind the window of my room, like an unrequited love or the look of a man surrendered.

As a child I believed that life had only one side ... that sweet.
not long ago when she began to show his other appearance.

Sometimes I can still hear the worried voice of my mother was ... early morning and I was in bed.
remember that it did not give much weight to his voice, which he said he wanted to call the doctor, but then she told me that I have found with my own eyes.
I entered the room of my parents ... I burst into tears without saying anything ... I did not know what happened to my father, but I felt it was something bad.
brain stroke ... and many difficult buzzword: paralysis of the arm and left leg ... This is the report of the emergency room.

E 'was the darkest period of my life ... in the hospital room I have seen patients abandoned by doctors and nurses, their painful sores, piled into dormitories dormitory military.
Later my father moved in the rehabilitation ward ... he had found a bit 'of his humor, but just entered the new room, said "This is not rehabilitation but resuscitation" ... rehabilitation because there was nothing ... it was only a seedy parking patients.

Now we have come out since that time, my father still does not walk, but we found a balance in managing a difficult situation, but there are nights when I wake up with fear that my affections, my life be taken away, so I stay awake until he starts e. .. a new day come back to life.