get what he wanted, which allowed a healthy quality of life until the end of his days, in response to the dedicated effort and perseverance to work for a lifetime.
born in this house as the youngest of six children, all emigrated to America, but he wanted to be, physically not very high but had a romantic heart, happy traveler and dreamer without limits, except when he was angry that had a temper too much, promoted by the organization of work which occupied all his priorities.
O when he got into the wound without his father seeing him lying on the floor face up, opening the tap to drink barrels of cider directly, and of course, he passed a while I was drunk, was a rascal, very crook, brilliantly cool ...
The days I've been here, I feel it in every corner that I see it is as if I was leading its star to continue teaching me and reminding me of the experiences of all he remembered that he had made her so happy.
Before the military already had all the materials to build your dream house all stone, plus the land, but war broke out and left it all those who came first today ... Being present in a building very visited daily ...
Right after the war began again in another place, with different jobs at once, all he could handle linking the day to night. She married and soon after, and finally was able to make the desired house, a plot with enough land, but without abandoning the pace of life.
odd thing he always repeated, when he got the first money to buy the costume, the man who unleashed the story of his life, curiously dozed in the back of the cupboard for several years because they no longer had time to put it. These are the paradoxes of life, when sometimes it is not intended to chill ... and is due to the destination as an omen and was written on the horizon ...
came to order your photos on regional television to commemorate the footsteps of a character of the people who had left a deep imprint on the time he had lived, died when he was very close to a century old.
In writing the post I have moved several times, it is very difficult to write something akin to a person who kept so much experience under his belt, all with a personal touch to their backs ...
want to book which has been the development activity for years, becoming part of the town you chose as a second home to live, where growing number of friends for the kindness he wasted, and a lover who was the dialogue personal.
The house opens the door is that he was born, is occupied by a nephew, also has its own history, but is not the place nor the time ... But everything is possible, in another time and elsewhere ...
The cat flirt who loves you, and is sowing the memories of his trunk ...
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