My father turned to me and explained this phenomenon to me in one sentence: "Decir adiós siempre es morir un poquito."
He must know ... and so do I.
It hurts a lot more when a sunset follows you around the globe.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Saying Goodbye
I remember getting on that plane with my father. After saying goodbye to mom and my brother and sister, my heart ached and tears poured out of me with utter ease. I knew I would be visiting family, that I wouldn't be lonely, that pleasant times were ahead. But I couldn't help crying. Every time I get on a plane I can't help but look back a little.
My father turned to me and explained this phenomenon to me in one sentence: "Decir adiós siempre es morir un poquito."
He must know ... and so do I.
It hurts a lot more when a sunset follows you around the globe.
My father turned to me and explained this phenomenon to me in one sentence: "Decir adiós siempre es morir un poquito."
He must know ... and so do I.
It hurts a lot more when a sunset follows you around the globe.
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Senkiu! ^_^
Thanx Alder ... Serge: pq "not quite me"!? >-( I can be slick and pretty ... o algo! :-P Eniweis, thankiu for the feedback. Ya veré luego, seguiré cambiando templates eventualmente, this is not the definitive word.
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