Friday, October 15, 2010

Indentations In Wrist And Pain

Vacation Rentals

My father, the last to stop working, in principle, reached us on holiday to the extreme of physical and mental resources. He was pale, white shirt, lost, and so I seemed at ease among the amber colored T-shirts and complexions of those who waited. Slowly blossomed, as if by magic, day after day became younger, happy, tanned, charismatic figure of the hotel, the beach, evenings and the waterfront. Ogni anno avrei voluto che tutto rimanesse così per sempre: al culmine. Ma ogni anno, implacabili, le vacanze finivano.

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