When I was little, I spent most of my days at home ... I had a big house with a huge garden, but all this was surrounded by a wall 4 meters high. Between the beautiful lemon trees I'd put a hammock, and I spent most of the afternoon wrapped in with a book to read ... so my nanny called me "Mariposa" Butterfly ... I was a tiny, quiet little girl, I was wearing glasses for quite small, and I liked above all to read.
When it was too hot to stay out I shut myself in my bedroom, a room that my mom did for me with the walls painted like the sky blue with clouds ... remained so still, July 15 2002 at 08:00 closed the door to my bedroom hopeful that we'd come back in late summer. We went back again. In this room are locked so many things, books, photographs, memories ... I'd love to have a time machine and go back to that day, I would never go away, that was my place.
School where I studied was a private school "Marist Brothers, is a Catholic school ... all in uniform, pants and blue short-sleeved shirt lunhi ... Both girls and boys, only changing the color of the shirt, the white shirt was for the children of the elementary in the blue shirt was for those in middle and high school for those beje shirt ... school was a beautiful, huge ... a soccer field, three volleyball courts ... the bar, a huge library with PCs ... and a thousand other things. The best thing was that in the square at the center of the building (done in a horseshoe), there was a plaza with benches and in the middle of the statue of the founder of Marist, was also a big stage where did the year-end shows and theater performances.
In that square, there is a plant of jasmine behind a bench with beautiful engravings.
Rosey's house was a villa in the mountains where the Marist Brothers took us at least twice a year to make a "spiritual retreat" in nature ... A huge house with two large dormitories, and various small rooms hidden outside where we sent in punishment for doing mischief. We spent three days in the Villa Rosey, we got up early to attend mass ... toys were made of the group, we played football in the football pitch ... or you sing together accompanied by the guitar ... many activities, but the main one, the real reason for the trip was the "outing", he departed early in the morning, armed with backpack with food, rope, etc. .. and we left to go in the middle of nature, following the course of a brook that was caught up in those mountains and in that outing, anything goes ... needed to pass plunge into the stream which was a channel between the rocks ... it was beautiful, was a challenge ... we came back to the villa late in the evening, all muddy, wet and tired and then that night there was megafesta. In that house there is a hidden closet, and one of the many bunk beds are carved our names.
My cabin was a gift from my godfather, had two floors ... the ladder, three windows and a door. The day I came home from school and saw ... was truly a great day, I invited all my girlfriends at home to watch that pretty little house I had, we spent the whole afternoon. Me and my best friend used to play at tea time, we even stayed in the house a couple of nights. She was beautiful, then over time I could no longer get in because I had become too high .. I saw the dismantling them piece by piece a few weeks before my departure. In this little house, my best friend and I have sworn never to forget.
Six years later ...
The trees are still there;
My room is still closed;
The bench is carved, but not him;
The bunk bed is still there;
My best friend lives in Miami in the U.S. And I
?, I do not know ... are in limbo.
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