Today reminded me of my mom ... yesterday it was 9 years old who live in Rome ...
looks like a sigh at the same a life time.
That "baby" that first came out of the nest, which first lived in a place other than his home, protected by their parents, that of 28 years that neither knew how it turned on a washing machine or as he took a subway ... that "baby" crossed the ocean to see the world ...
Since I have memory, as a teenager, I dreamed of having an experience of living in another country. I think the act of reading so many stories of adventures in my childhood made me curious about the world was imminent.
wanted to know the world .. but I never dreamed to make a living out of my country ...
Nine years ago I got off the plane without a dream that my daughter was born in Rome ...
Nine years ago I came to these distant lands and strange at the time ... with a similar culture yet so different to ours ..
Nine years ago ... I thought it was for a period, and then return to build my nest in the land of my roots, beneath the sky ... I grew up playing in the streets, climbing trees, walking both confessing with my friends, "plated" with my boyfriends, suffer for the guys who I fell in love and not give me ball, drink mate sitting on the floor or on the grass under a tree ... so many images come to mind my life ...
Today my heart is divided between two continents ..
Today I feel that nest on my two cultures ... of my roots that formed me, and I took ...
was not easy ... and sometimes still is not ...
If .. yesterday it was 9 years from the day I came to this land without knowing what was going to be taking root here ...
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