There are moments you wait for and dream,
Of all your life.
This is one of those moments.
I will always remember this chair,
That window, the way the light streams in.
The clothes I'm wearing,
The words, I'm heating,
The face I'm seeing,
The feeling I'm feeling,
The smell, the sounds, will be written
On my mind, will be written in my heart
As long as I live! "
It is no secret how I admired, as always, the incredible voice of Barbra Streisand. Indeed, there are moments of Currently, those who lead us into infinity "beyond the stars" as those of a stroke, they send us on a tour of pits on the Marianas, to have small fish and no diving or tour guide.
There are moments of time. Our life is an accumulation of moments after moments that paint a fresco, a large Byzantine mural that shows what we were, we are, what we are.
has been one of those "moments" that mark a before and after. Was to see and open a door where it all possible are possible to perform a roulette which played without knowing the rules.
has not been easy this way and I wonder it should be. Much has happened since that August 16, 1990, that day I decided to play all my cards "Life is a tombola, raffle-ton-ton ..." and here we are together.
I have no words to thank you for everything you've done to me. For you I know parts of me I know have, unsuspected qualities, skills, sleeping, gifts, attitudes that without you I've never met and that is appreciated.
I was, I discovered, cook, multilingual radio dancer, psychologist, potato peeler, lawyer, carpenter, director, Taylor, Detective, very, very good indeed ", actor , gardener, mechanic, copilot. I have been, to my regret, a psychiatrist with our domestic version, very bad indeed, of that terrible Alex Forrest, Glenn Close, at the time, he did great, "and unfortunately, still hovers, like smelling bad and fly, from time to time in our lives, some people definitely do not understand, or learn, or respect, or na- "And then say you are a stalker , told me after a night of constant calls ... the truth that people do not know, no has no idea what is being bullied 24 hours a day " . I also saw it as administrator, card player, JP, clown, plumbing, baggage handlers, bartender, travel agent, student, lover, occult, alarm clock, witch without art, translator, dear, a worker, the other querrequere. Designer, partner, dreamer, teacher, industrial consultant in charge of related, scrub dishes, counselor, children, director, accountant, tour guide, a painter, "Flight Operations Officer, loved, packer, singer, nurse, conciliatory, photographer masseuse, babysitter and a very high so in your hands. I can not complain, really.
In those years have found, in my trench, followers. Adherents of the most varied and I leave, not to say the least, stunned: My mother "There is only one person in the world who understands me" and my eyes rolling on the floor. My brothers will eat only hugs kisses see you. My sisters are lost in your blue eyes. My friends completely mesmerized. Laura "is that it is my catire catire" while Henry, her husband, she stares of "Monalisa" deep breath. Mary "It is a note" . Cristina, Nini, Lucy, Octavio, Carlos, Victoria, Naky, My Nas, My us, My Princess, The Shoes ballet dancer, La Tortaressa-which makes some amazing cakes, and a lot more friends to send us some wine, thank Tongolele Na from the States together.
We have lived all around, when insufferable incredible nights of Eurovision or your terrible movies on Saturday night in front of your face premiered "Eggs Kandinsky" , love has their faces and minuses. We survived the Anno horribilis where we learned that American films, however preposterous they may be, exist in real life, we understood that there are wonderful people, people absolutely and completely nutritious "My beloved Empress China- see "Hummingbird" increasingly fat and I love to see your face to tell me "I hate when you're right" and I hang for a change, a new medal.
love your "Cristobal Colon" internal , your forgetfulness congenital or genetic. Birth, death and resurrection of Gaviota (?), Your "Eggs Kandinsky" , your daily "Five minutes" that it becomes easy, in a long time. Your three gin and tonic, see London become the living room of the house, dinner daily at midnight, your syndrome "throw it away everything" they surprised me with a new post for a musical. The mourn me after that ballet. also always torture me to accompany you in your endless travel, how many years of my life walking the halls of an airport? - And, I forgot, your glorious "Eggs Kandinsky."
is a pleasure, I have no choice, sharing the bed with goose-swan is believed that, "Wow, Coco, Denim, Brumel, Tin, Sidney, Hairy, Refu, Igloo, Clarence, Blue-Dog "or some mutant 40. Quack And among them, the master of your neck, that entity that has been my heart and soul of today. Love has a duck and we are a couple of crazy.
sang Through The Years Kenny Rogers and becomes truth in our lives, every day. It is not easy ... but who said it would be easy.
My beloved Empress China, in a wonderful afternoon in your garden, under the tamarind trees, he said, "A good film is that makes you go through all the moods " and right, when not to.
And that is you I am living my best movie and you are 19 years nestled between the wings of my Migratory Bird. Sweet time where I discovered the wonder that is the meaning of the words "U.S.", "BE", "SER." In addition, Aldemaro Romero, "Who else?" - He wrote that song: "You and I are a multitude" and true. Just You and I form a crowd. "The greatest power comes from love between you and me, we're a crowd" and words are unnecessary.
to you, my readers: They say that happiness is better shared, so I wanted to share with you the joy of my life in these our first 19 years.
All the best for you.
PS: Monica, Na Montanes has sworn me "With what we have lived, when are you going to write the novel" and I can not, I would not know where to start. And she continues: "Please read the book of Esther Tusquets, had won the war, to see how you can write something in the very first first-person I read in one sitting and I smiled.
Rosemary, my sweet "Madam Mayor" -going to kill me and ... my mom is fine, also waiting, hungry, something written by me. Have read little something, a few chapters of a project, and said "Finish it ... it is very good."
yet they expect and hope that very soon have something to hand.
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