At one point Alfred Marina taken by the arm, firmly, and said "You you can make it! "And dragged on for those last endless kilometers as two crazy! who suffered a leg wound and she was already in the nearest days. It was a moment of wonder and excitement for all, to see them from so in that way none of us, ourselves, would have bet. There I realized that Marina, in those days, had been our strong point, get to see her every night, at any time, and always with his feet, dragged or forced to walk I do not know how hard it was like know that the journey, the journey of all, it had been done, night after night. It occurred to me that song I wrote with Gigi, and only then will we discover the meaning
"Your weakness is your strength, hold on with patience
"Your weakness is your strength, hold on with patience
Of headwinds I will use to take you into port "We
once sung during prayer, but I had to sing then, when those words were finally deciphered, arrived on hard concrete. . Its fragility we had infected the fragility of being on a journey, not his, because it was fragile, she was a strong girl, strong legs, strong and stubborn like a deer knows that he wants to live only on its mountains, but for a trivial and unexpected occurrence of subtle but extremely painful bubbles at the bottom, was held almost a vocation, but unsought came to pass, to reveal to us all its fragility, and with that power! And that was our weakness was our own, at any time, having to surrender to walk, but she never surrendered, and that was our strength.
We saw them coming, before us, in the cathedral, and she burst into tears, and Alfredo if he held her chest like a newborn daughter. That 's where we felt that we had come together, and we were always, without having ever imagined, a herd of cows on the road,' lamb, under the baton light of these two pastors patients, and Alfred Francis, herdsmen with sticks support and prophecy. I, perhaps because of the extreme fatigue, I asked him a miracle, "Throw a stick in the ground snakes! and then again in the snake stick! "
Alfredo looked at me and said, in the dialect of Monte San Biagio, (and there was that look in his dialect), I said " .. grandparents' is' \u200b\u200bthing. "
once sung during prayer, but I had to sing then, when those words were finally deciphered, arrived on hard concrete. . Its fragility we had infected the fragility of being on a journey, not his, because it was fragile, she was a strong girl, strong legs, strong and stubborn like a deer knows that he wants to live only on its mountains, but for a trivial and unexpected occurrence of subtle but extremely painful bubbles at the bottom, was held almost a vocation, but unsought came to pass, to reveal to us all its fragility, and with that power! And that was our weakness was our own, at any time, having to surrender to walk, but she never surrendered, and that was our strength.
We saw them coming, before us, in the cathedral, and she burst into tears, and Alfredo if he held her chest like a newborn daughter. That 's where we felt that we had come together, and we were always, without having ever imagined, a herd of cows on the road,' lamb, under the baton light of these two pastors patients, and Alfred Francis, herdsmen with sticks support and prophecy. I, perhaps because of the extreme fatigue, I asked him a miracle, "Throw a stick in the ground snakes! and then again in the snake stick! "
Alfredo looked at me and said, in the dialect of Monte San Biagio, (and there was that look in his dialect), I said " .. grandparents' is' \u200b\u200bthing. "
Antonio
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