I wonder who's part of farewell, not knowing if and when he comes back. What brings people in the heart is detached from the whole idea of \u200b\u200bthe point of no return, the end of wandering, the time that will touch the same door that is now closing. because root cutting should or because wants. Fitte heavy heart, even if it does so with anger or determination know why that is the only sensible choice. Thick that will be proposed, however, sooner or later in the years to come, when look back to those broken lines that led back to the top of all of the memories first. I wonder what you think when you take a step so bold, I wonder if you leave a door open and always in the back of the strength of that act, which brings you to where you go from there. And who knows how much heat dreams where you're going to find there a cold heart. Migrants seeking hospitality. Much love to give this word, you are placing much hope.
I remember one April evening, walking in an alley a ground not far away, the voices of a goodbye suffered. Italian grandmother who said their children and grandchildren salutateci all, come back soon, in loving kisses and hugs. In front of their door, the car loads of children and twenty hours of road ahead, some borders to cross. I wonder if you ever come back, they said, are already old. This sentence on me away from home for long, it was strong, it struck me to the net. You're more sensitive when you're away, your love more intensely to be Italian. And think of the farewell, to napkins, goodbye to ... We should be thinking of a return, perhaps. Work hard to be migrants, I think. Hospitality is all.
