Uncle Anthony has carved his forehead like the furrows of his vineyard and his hands marked by a thousand seasons of cold and snow and scorching heat. For him, the Duomo is Milan and Rome is the Colosseum, but knew every chunk of his land and he knows how to talk to a tree after pruning.
Uncle Antonio always looks you in the eye when he talks and even if his voice is no longer the thunder rumbled in the air that many springs ago, comes the same as direct and strong, under the bark of your soul.
- What is said to Milan? - I asked. And I say that you work. I reflect long and hard before speaking, but I can not think of anything else. He tells me to be careful, many feel that television bad things and he just can not if he explains.
- Gotta let you taste the wine again. - Add to defuse and then I see her eyes suddenly light up a dull light. - Look if you like. This is your great-grandfather planted the vineyard. The grandfather has cured and I have dedicated all his life. - Then look out the window, but I'm sure he does not see the world go by. - What would be nice - continues. - How ritornaste would be nice if everyone here in your land and I could show you how to fold the vineyard and the grapes are selected good ...
I look at him and think that it is blasphemous and unnatural life I lead, moving in the bowels of the asphalt to get to work, breathing the smell of rotten, dirty and watching the crowd and slices of sky through the silhouettes of buildings gray.
When Uncle Antonio speaks I try not to miss even one of the things he says. You only need 100 words to describe his world of words that I know of many more and each day I use them as building blocks for sentences to be sold, I realize that after all his simple life, rich and has been so hard truer than mine.
Let's talk about time, seasons, wine and smile. Then I greet him, we hug and he cries. Just I did as a child whenever she greeted him.
- Who knows when I'll see you next time - he tells me.
- Presto! - Reply. - I have a little 'backward and leave sooner than you think you do an improvised!
- I'll wait! I recommend ...
While I go away I do not even notice it's raining.
Uncle Antonio always looks you in the eye when he talks and even if his voice is no longer the thunder rumbled in the air that many springs ago, comes the same as direct and strong, under the bark of your soul.
- What is said to Milan? - I asked. And I say that you work. I reflect long and hard before speaking, but I can not think of anything else. He tells me to be careful, many feel that television bad things and he just can not if he explains.
- Gotta let you taste the wine again. - Add to defuse and then I see her eyes suddenly light up a dull light. - Look if you like. This is your great-grandfather planted the vineyard. The grandfather has cured and I have dedicated all his life. - Then look out the window, but I'm sure he does not see the world go by. - What would be nice - continues. - How ritornaste would be nice if everyone here in your land and I could show you how to fold the vineyard and the grapes are selected good ...
I look at him and think that it is blasphemous and unnatural life I lead, moving in the bowels of the asphalt to get to work, breathing the smell of rotten, dirty and watching the crowd and slices of sky through the silhouettes of buildings gray.
When Uncle Antonio speaks I try not to miss even one of the things he says. You only need 100 words to describe his world of words that I know of many more and each day I use them as building blocks for sentences to be sold, I realize that after all his simple life, rich and has been so hard truer than mine.
Let's talk about time, seasons, wine and smile. Then I greet him, we hug and he cries. Just I did as a child whenever she greeted him.
- Who knows when I'll see you next time - he tells me.
- Presto! - Reply. - I have a little 'backward and leave sooner than you think you do an improvised!
- I'll wait! I recommend ...
While I go away I do not even notice it's raining.
traffic, work, fast pace, the crowd, the desk calendar, a highlighter, are just silly names that have lost any semblance of meaning.
It's strange how there are people who can warm up inside because there are only ...
It's strange how there are people who can warm up inside because there are only ...