Precious treasure
Moments we live for,
moments that write our history to look back.
Pictures that come back to our mind.
Seconds captured by our brain in a blink of an eye.
That takes me to my own album of memories:
My early years with my grandparents, the best of my life. The way I was cared among feathers, the way they tried to introduce me to life.
My uncle, the one pushed me hard, the one was demanding all the time, he introduced me to music and showed me another point of view.
My auntie, my Goddess to be adored to, because we shared our life together for good and bad.
My cousin, who is as my brother and we used to play football together and now we keep attached.
My mum, that she left me when I was born and spent her life trying to recover what she had lost.
My dad, that had never been as a father, but now I forgave him.
My friends that lasted until now, not many, but the real ones keep climbing the big mountain with me.
My husband, after years, gives me a motivation to start the day with a nice coffee and the best of himself.
All my pets that I had and I have now are moments that fill what nobody can.
All my life, with ups and downs, is a precious treasure to keep looking for.
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