And so ended a beautiful period of my life, July 10 Rain at last brought home this degree.
I tell you details, the events but since I'm among friends I can tell the truth.
I remember very little of before and after, the emotion took over, I acted on his belly as usual, and include video and movies of various relatives have seen my degree on a screen.
And how many things I seem to have lost that day, how excited I wanted to capture expressions. Yet there are little things that I left him.
Kiki in a river of tears, moved me to embrace the first exit of the classroom, and my father tended the same as my plastic smile, the smile that we place on her face when we are tense and lost. The feeling of emptiness, my late and lost to St. Lawrence Avenue stop, the fear of not having them around. The eyes and shining eyes. C. crying for real words and feel for an indissoluble bond, because there really is the complicity and love felt.
And all those little details that made that day, one day only.
And when everyone is gone, I put in order and made space on the desk, gathered my things and thought that this year is over. The other degree was not the last page of a diary written in a hurry and confused, if I see myself going back to Villa Torlonia, in the rain on the pavement white, upturned nose and palm up.
The rain of Villa Torlonia, was my year, the pages of de Libero, the dark wood table in the library Monteverdi, Patricia and her deep green, narrow streets and stories. It was not only a degree, was not only a thesis, was life with its ups and its downs. Today I feel different, with passion in the heart, many new questions and really want to do, to build this future that we all speak.
A great thing has lost my heart, F., forever in human terms, but never physically in the memory. On 11 July, the music has led you away, and I grew an inch more.
The red shoes have gone the way back and then beating the heels are back on track, and ready to break new ground.
"A winner is just a dreamer who did not surrender"
Mandela
