Congratulation Words For Pregnancy

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Behold, I am new here ...
another year older .. happy birthday ...
Congratulations for what? for what??
Nothing has changed, life goes on as turning a year ago ... Remember the 20
years they will regret for life ...
Now that I have to enter the stage of twenty-one remember??
And what I remember?
remember the cigarette in his mouth is now like a year ago.
remember that a year ago, I was thinking exactly the same way.

remember .... remember .... just do not remember anything, even a sentence is three meters above the sky.
The one I remember:
"Once I saw a mural, a beautiful girl saying
There are only two days that I never think about yesterday and tomorrow"

maybe, I remember that I also once thought so I remember that did not need to bind to the memories.
wonder, what has changed?? Well I do not remember.

Do not forget, however, that a year ago yesterday and I received good wishes from those who did not want to miss me that some
have the facts but at least they are consistent, do not ever remember me, at least they pretend not to remember my birthday.
not forget, however, places where I come from, do not forget that now I have to go to the gym, do not forget my brother, do not forget the cement on which they are grown, do not forget that this month you have to make ends meet, do not forget that farmer's son.
The rest I do not remember ... What a memory
then what??
once knew Honestly, I can not remember.

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Summer evenings, forget ...

Last night I stopped to talk to my dad.
It was a long time I did not, my accomplices and its commitments.
We were out in the garden talking, party time, aided by the period, thanks to its passion sent willy-nilly to his son, we have "remembrance" in the years when I was little little.
And despite all the misunderstandings, any differences due to age and why not also to culture, I realized something important.
I grow up I want to be a parent like him.
I agree that my kids (if I get always) grow up with a grandmother who tells the stories of the summer sitting on the steps of the house, a grandfather who teaches his grandchildren to be guided on the Montello, a father who helps them put his hand on the scooter, which build them on Go-Kart and who will seek to achieve their desires ...
An uncle trucker who teaches you how to turn the streets of Italy and that tells you the years 70-80, the golden years, teaching you or gives you some tips to better survive in the street. A grandfather
farmer who tells you the cycles of the seasons and the passion it takes to grow a new plant.
I do not know where the future will bring, what work I do, where I will live.
But I no longer feel the "USMA" to go away, I'm happy where I live, people with whom I live, and I learned not to deny the past and the people with whom you have lived, because in this case it means denying a bit 'yourself.