... and I think all these months passed without me hearing, I made phone calls and not what I lost. I was angry to find myself almost to the point of departure, anger and sadness. Everything could have been different, but maybe I am, is different.
Naples since I do not see? Five or six months? I turn around and feel the chill of loneliness. Sometimes no, I feel good, brave as ever. A day I'm happy. And then I rediscover heavy crying bitter tears in secret.
I do not know what to think of me, too unstable, always sail the sea in a storm. And then there are too many things that I do not understand and I can not explain if not absurd flights of fancy and strange.
I miss my daughter, in a report that I / we have never been able to consolidate. But perhaps this is the fate of absent fathers. Many other things, then.
Now I have something much more important to pursue. The threads of a lost dream.
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