When, just over a year ago, I and M. we moved here in the countryside, we passed an easy time. We were semi-camp, with no heating in the kitchen, with the admission that he was wasting water from top and bottom every time it rained. In addition, the neighbor above us created a lot of problems and brambles that covered the ground are soon revealed a surface covered with scrap metal.
The inhabitants of the tiny village where we came to live, however, with their manners a bit 'rough they really did feel the warmth that the city had never received.
Among them was the double of my father, Renzo, who lived just around the corner and that
has now been filed and there has shaken hands giving us welcome, saying that she address him.
He had a daughter, little more than my age, but strangely there was talk better with the "old", Renzo and his wife Silvana. Together we have taken, I and M, and from the beginning we realized that we have someone to count on. In spring
Renzo gave me the wonderful flowers cultivated by him, not all, though, otherwise the wife angry.
gave me valuable advice on some work to do and told me what was there before us, he was a child, in front of our house. In autumn
has promised that this spring would give us a hand to cut the grass.
Two months ago we stopped in the streets, telling us that they had found a spot in one lung. Then, we have not seen him since.
cancer has exploded like a bomb and has spread to the bone with the speed of light.
Renzo died tonight.
Sure, you say, for the evil they had suffered very little, but I can not stop thinking about that at his age, 68 years, he could still enjoy life a lot '. See their grandchildren grow up, for example, have a chat to the streets every day and give a kiss to his wife every night before bed.
Maybe even take them every now and then a bunch of flowers that lack any stem that got close to that age of his daughter.
The inhabitants of the tiny village where we came to live, however, with their manners a bit 'rough they really did feel the warmth that the city had never received.
Among them was the double of my father, Renzo, who lived just around the corner and that
has now been filed and there has shaken hands giving us welcome, saying that she address him.
He had a daughter, little more than my age, but strangely there was talk better with the "old", Renzo and his wife Silvana. Together we have taken, I and M, and from the beginning we realized that we have someone to count on. In spring
Renzo gave me the wonderful flowers cultivated by him, not all, though, otherwise the wife angry.
gave me valuable advice on some work to do and told me what was there before us, he was a child, in front of our house. In autumn
has promised that this spring would give us a hand to cut the grass.
Two months ago we stopped in the streets, telling us that they had found a spot in one lung. Then, we have not seen him since.
cancer has exploded like a bomb and has spread to the bone with the speed of light.
Renzo died tonight.
Sure, you say, for the evil they had suffered very little, but I can not stop thinking about that at his age, 68 years, he could still enjoy life a lot '. See their grandchildren grow up, for example, have a chat to the streets every day and give a kiss to his wife every night before bed.
Maybe even take them every now and then a bunch of flowers that lack any stem that got close to that age of his daughter.
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