she was very special lady.
incredibely loving and patient.
truthful, simple, grand.
her cooking was characteristic, the taste felt like a home i never knew.
she sat there, she smiled, she loved.
she cried everytime i left.
i shed a tear when she left.
we will meet again, vovó iolanda.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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Lindo esse post...
Na atual circunstancia tenho pensado bastante na importancia de algumas pessoas na minha vida. Que elas nao passem por mim sem saber disso...
Abraços
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