Hair Styles Natalie Morales

I in: "Dedicated ..."


time I dedicate this small and awkward and funny and unreal in this space:
who has lost someone and can not find it if not in an old photograph, a home movie of the holidays, a letter, a felted sweater , a ring of many years ago.
who has seen his side pull away from a small child, a daughter already great mother, a dear friend, a sister of all time.
Who does the accounts each day with the black void left around him and despite this he gets up and walks.
who finds the courage after all.
who helps someone else to survive his own pain.
Who will grow their children alone and will need to explain a thousand times because of this absence, without even having understood him.
who protect others from their disease and care in hiding to avoid being a burden.
Who will live this Christmas without someone important, without seeing his hands at the table, without hearing his voice to dinner, see his lips to blow out a candle.
Who ever thought that we would have done if it had happened to him and the other hand we are doing.
who wakes up one morning and finds a ball where it was not anything and everything life on the rolls.
Who waits for someone to heal and lives of his loved ones and hoping he does not sleep and dream again and will continue to do so only when that happens.
the sick children who can not go to school or the park, children who can not sleep at home and are in bed with bars and some volunteers go to them to read a fairy tale, these children who laugh and play like all, making the same gestures of others, which if you ask how they are, they answer "fine."
Who gets sick and no one comes to know because they have no one to tell.
Who decides who to let die and fight for their lives at all costs. A
the grandmother does not die, despite medical dicano da un pezzo che sta morendo,perchè vuole veder crescere i suoi nipoti.
Ai genitori che adottano i bambini malati e li curano e li amano e li portano ovunque affinchè vengano aiutati e che io incontro ogni mattina.
A quei genitori che mi chiedono:"mio figlio come sta?".
A tutti quelli che stanno morendo ma non hanno paura di non vivere più perchè hanno già vissuto
A chi scopre una macchia,un'ombra,una caverna nel proprio corpo ed improvvisamente smette di camminare da sola e si appoggia al marito e mette un cappello colorato per nascondere la calvizie,a lei che due mesi fa stava benissimo e correva parallelamente a me davanti a scuola,a lei che oggi le si vedevano solo le gengive e a me che non ho avuto il coraggio to stop and ask anything.