June 18. Today 'on June 18 and for me it' s a different June. Few today remember a year ago. So even if many were waiting that time. I like to think that you are reminded of that Thursday 'June 18, 2009.
I do not tend to fish out the past too, but there are certain events that can not get away easily, even if I have to take them back to swim against a raging river.
I was in Italy a year ago. And I just got back from England. My mother and my sister were waiting at the airport to the tune of a wedding march and I came in with two bags full of gifts and clothes. I remember everything about that day, the sun of Rome, the morning jog, his message, the enalotto, my preparation. The Americans tried
clothes and marched to my mother. 20 minutes by taxi to Trastevere. The meeting. From far far. The handkerchief white. The hug. A kiss. The first.
sink into those memories and 'how to be part of that day still, at that time.
Then I open and close my eyes, there 'this computer and these words.
There 's a bitter sadness. There 's that light, the heat, that elegance, that day in Rome to occupy the mind.
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