Text: It takes passion ... raspberry syrup ... a lot of patience ... a blade of unconsciousness ... it takes lots of your meal .. Latin sensuality and a minimum distance. It does so, lipstick and chocolate, that would not eat them a pity, you do this, cook over low heat, stirring with feeling. It will be amazing, wonderful, overwhelming, totally let live, beautiful beautiful unseemly, with its beautiful sins again and again. Black stockings, white milk, and already you can see, that plan is mounting, it is almost done, powdered sugar, the gorge is in the room and met the sky.
In short, this song gives me an opportunity to talk about, guess what, love. One could say that just now was Valentine's Day, I could talk then!
No, I have not got the timer, to me Valentine's Day is likely to inspire me another thing, if all goes from here I usually go there to a chronic lack of timing and a syndrome of contrarian.
Love told by a woman in menopause. I will be able? Let
. Let's start with my daughters. I told them too little love and even sex, which in my experience overlap. I wanted to be a modern mother in the leg and I was the only mother that I could be, I also modesty, I understand that it is completely out fashionable to talk about certain things. But I always said one thing, that if you have to do a lot to do, not to be lagging behind their classmates, not to score in the end, it was better to leave it alone.
This girl classmate we chose a partner, who knew a little bit and made the proposal. A not too nice, not the ones who have the row of girls behind, he would have risked a refusal. He accepted, of course, difficult, though possible, see a boy who refuses an offer so esplicita.Presero agreements on how, when, where on. Like an American comedy sexi she was pretty excited. After the crime
talked a bit.
was very sad. Sad as hell, the boy had done the job as a benefit from gymnast had turned over and had lit a cigarette indifference, showing that it had enjoyed his appearance or anything else about her. A real asshole. She, who thought he was quite modern and daring to bear its experience and its consequences, it came out destroyed.
as I thought I was lucky to meet, first, the boy with whom I shared part of the first high school and then years later almost to the final exams. I remember very well, still, the first exit, we went to cinema to see the Little Big Man, but I was only aware of his presence almost beside me. They were years of love, love without sex, was attending a religious group and it was practically forbidden, but love was not forbidden. We did a few small gifts of money, often came with a flower, a flower just bought from a florist, a tulip, and icy cool, because I liked them so much. Or a rose caught on the street. One Christmas he bought a packet of business cards on each white and drew or wrote one of the things we had in common. The benches in the square where we sat when me home, the shape of a 'friend at that time was much fatter, the tulip, una piccola poesia, l'accenno ai racconti che mi facevano ridere .. tutto commentato con tenerezza. Non ho più quei biglietti, penso che ad un certo punto conservarli mi sembrasse poco rispettoso nei confronti di mio marito e devo averli buttati via, ma mai li potrò dimenticare . Leggendoli piansi come una fontana.
Aveva, questo ragazzo , un brutto motorino allungato , quasi deforme, rideva e diceva che era un motorino da "muratore" , mi faceva salire dietro e mi accompagnava a casa , e se se c'erano i vigili scendevamo tutti e due .
Ero carina, ma avevo il complesso di esser nata in una famiglia benestante , e mi vestivo con roba abbastanza brutta. Erano i tempi dell'eskimo . A quello non ci arrivavo, ma ho portato la stessa giacca a vento per tre anni, per solidarietà incoffessata con i più poveri . Ero lo stesso carina ed eravamo carini insieme. Mia madre, a chi le diceva come ero bellina, rispondeva corrucciata "la bellezza dell'asino" cioè della gioventù . A me diceva che ero una sederona , che avevo il sedere basso, che dovevo stare dritta , pancia in dentro e petto in fuori! Forse aveva il timore che mi capitasse qualcosa, che mi montassi la testa se mi avesse detto anche lei che ero una bella ragazzina.
Vedevo che questo ragazzo non era un "bello ", ma mi ero innamorata , e anche lui. Fu il primo che la mia mamma mi smontò , e lo fece subito , alla prima uscita , mettendo i semi dei motivi per cui ci saremmo lasciati after two and a half years.
said, she was apparently socialist ideas, was the son of an employee, not of our society. He said he was not tall and he was too young, he was only a year older than me. He said he was not handsome, but his first love is blind. But he said at last, was not so important, not so much 's I would marry. He was able to destroy the dreams of others. He did so with a disarming ease that left me speechless and icy. But filled with a self-destructive anger that would later be exploded.
With this guy did things together. Our group was religious activities, and we, among these, we were in an after-school an institute of nuns, with nuns fantastic. We did it with all your heart, with all of us. We had established a relationship of love, somehow, even with the girls after school, a relationship which still continues. Doing things together is growing together and makes love grow.
This boy is now a professional. There have been very tied up in a way that does not affect at all the relationship I have with my husband, which are now fused together, for all things ugly and beautiful that we have lived. Every time I see it, this first love, there is always something between us that binds us together, no way to understand each other, he is married and has three daughters, I believe very loves his wife. Life is not Clemente was not with him nor with me, but we do not even destroyed, and the period we experienced the first love I think it was fundamental for me as for him. And 'experience was that you can put our soul, our life in the hands of another and that he or she will be treating this as a very precious thing. This is why I wished to my daughters to live a love, a little true love, full of mutual respect, genuine curiosity and appreciation for each other as it was for us. Things that basically it is useless to underline that we take for granted if you love someone.
Speaking of love takes time, patience, a trickle of unconsciousness and a little syrup raspberry, if you listen to the song. As the garden and the kitchen. Therefore, a small piece at a time, sometimes a future return to this subject.
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