Thursday 21 July 2016
Being holiday emigrant in my country ...
Being holiday emigrant in my country ...
You hear that emigrant worth its salt is bimbo open shirt and cross the chest that still says "Oh Joan ca ** arrête him hitting on your frère" and is laughing at the situation despite knowing that today's immigrants replaced crucifix by a "straw" and "bimbos" have very little ...
It is to be a tourist in the city where I was born, it's perfectly know the "corners of the house" and still look at every corner with the same loving eyes of those visiting a city for the first time ...
It is smearing me snails, clams and sausages, and other dishes we trying to play throughout the year, but they know us for life when eating the sea or on the terrace with friends ...
You find that this heat is wonderful when almost all complain that it's too hot ...
You want to enjoy every day to the fullest, is bed late and get up early, so come back from vacation more tired than you came, and need a vacation to rest vacation
You want to be with all those who are in lack, with all those with whom we talking and keeping ties on Facebook and elsewhere, and to know at the outset that we can not be with all ...
I have a heavy heart when we are with our grandparents, inevitably thinking that each time may be the last time, although we are aware that this can be true for everyone else ...
I want these two weeks last a month, it is not want to think about the return, and is often ask why we left ...
It is from always with the little heart, but with the certainty that we return soon ...
It is love of this city passion but know that we are citizens of the world!
So goes the life ... the eyes of an emigrant!
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