Sometimes dreams come true ...
small or large they are the important thing is to believe, but I do believe ...
like my dream of doing community service abroad.
Quet'anno it is a good start and is still amaze me and give me unforgettable moments like this in the picture, and I Gioconda Belli, I wanted to see her, meet her, I knew it would happen sooner or later but what astonishment and joy!
Gioconda Belli, a writer and journalist ... "The woman lived" the book that I feel more than others ... "emerged at dawn" and "I found myself alone in a home for centuries of soil and roots [...] I felt that the world was near [. ..] I saw the roots, hands outstretched calling me. "
How can we forget his words and the poem that closes the book:
No one will be master of this body of lakes and volcanoes
of this mixture of races,
of this story of spears;
loving people of this corn, the
parties in the moonlight;
del popolo dei canti e dei tessuti di tutti i colori.
Né lei né io siamo morte senza un progetto, senza lasciare un’eredità.
Siamo tornate alla terra da dove ancora torneremo a vivere.
Popoloremo di frutti carnosi l’aria dei tempi nuovi.
Colibrì Yarince .
Colibrì Felipe
danzeranno sulle nostre corolle
ci feconderanno eternamente.
Vivremo nel crepuscolo della gioia
nell’alba di tutti i giardini.
Presto vedremo il giorno colmo di felicità
le imbarcazioni dei conquistatori allontanarsi per sempre.
Saranno nostri l’oro and feathers
cocoa and mango
the essence of sacuanjiocges.
Who loves never dies.
Sce ... I offer you this too:)!
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