The house is empty ... Happy ending
Today I saw Sonia yet.
seems that the past centuries are, how many things we have to say. Sometimes it seems that nothing ever happens in life ... but I guess it's true: P.
E 'in this period that the house is empty. Isa and true and I am very busy as well, but for me the whole stuff to do at home. Every time I go down to the theater, but much less than usual. They are holed up there for a while '.
outputs in the evening there are, of course ... at least those! But I'm usually tired.
And the house, especially, is empty. I tried to fill it with Sonia, who has been a good help, even better than I hoped. Dinuovo But now the house is empty.
One should also get used to it and yet I do not.
Tonight I miss. Very. I miss
True. With her hysteria and her fabulous face, his cheeky grins while eating in bed. I miss
Isa, as sweet as heaven, with his eyes that are the envy at sunset.
I really am lucky, you know? I love them. And I need them ... maybe because of them myself.
But tonight there is just a few candles lit around the pink house. I have stolen from the drawer of Isa. It has so many.
... and there's the bittersweet taste of his greeting of true, fast, mid-afternoon. Before exiting.
The house is empty ... and the clicking of the keyboard seems to resonate everywhere.
I'll be back at work with my Guinness ... hoping that inspire me. Anna
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