chat with my father
Hello Dad,
let's sit here a moment, facing the sea, and We worry a chat, a long time we have.
now been three years since you left.
I remember it well you know.
I was here and go home, we divided the sea, and all of a sudden you were all over the world with nothing, if not life, to divide us.
blink of an eye that has rocked the world.
You do not go away like that, Dad, without warning, Ugh, is not well.
Even if it happens, I know, and you can not do anything.
And I think that if we knew exactly our time, if when we are born we gave tickets for the trip, with the date of departure and return date, it would be much easier.
We lose in silly chatter, we will not leave wires hanging, like a bad knitting, do not wait until tomorrow to say "I love you."
suddenly you're gone, you left your suitcase and you went away, and we down here, all with their noses in the air, trying to figure out, trying to adapt to a reality that has changed everything.
Now another year has flown by, another year full of life, sometimes beautiful, often ingarbigliata and confused, but still another year without you.
And I wonder, who knows ...
wonder if I could make you understand what you were important to me, as we all are counting on you.
I've said enough, "I love you"? I embraced what I should have? I do not know, do not really know my father, and how many kisses, a thousand, I have given you, are too few, very few, and I wanted to give you thousands more.
And now as I do with things you had to teach me?
There was never enough time ... and now you're not here.
Dad ... my dad ... I was really scared me that the years had stolen the images of your face, especially the sound of your voice, the shape of the fingers of your hand.
But it was not so.
You sent me this beautiful postcard from your trip, what was written just me and you know it, but there were photos attached, all the pictures we took together, and even those with Alexander and Mom.
Piero and I got married (you would have thought?) And strange to say, we still do not fight (do not snicker, it's true!) even if he is I of Cagliari and Sassari, there is a problem,
And Dad ... not ... have not changed, unfortunately, still do not take the life too seriously and meow if I get lost in shopping malls (and so I found) and are always struggling with the balance.
Ugh, you're always the same, it seems I hear, I'm stealing too much time and no fuss you have never liked.
You love when you put a bow on his head or playing lunamonda on the beach, a walk in the woods, a nice minestrone, or teach me how to untangle a fishing line, rather than words empty, you showed me how to do well to plant a stake in the sand and also how to protect the tent why not take away the wind.
So just "bla bla".
instead I'll like when I was small and light a bonfire on the shore, to report to the boats returning from fishing at night, where land along the beach.
I said "keep the flame alive, because here in the sea at night, otherwise we lose, the shore is long and seems to suit the same."
I was little and I hit a huge responsibility ... even if the fire kept him on the big and I would just stand there, shaking from sleep, but looking flames like a little soldier, recalling what it was my task.
You still have to go where, then, do not distract and avoid losing the route.
Down here we finish.
Maybe not as you would have done, evabbè, but do not worry, we'll try and not give up, then go ... do not worry, these weights and go left behind.
Meanwhile light a fire, so you can always guide you in your sea and I can find your way when I come.
I love you dad.
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