The First Time

Today, I'm way to fifty. Today, I stop in my forties, I already past, the license allows me to balance, but to be less harsh, it is better to share in story form. Because, perhaps, to UD. I could have been the same as me. And, but, perhaps like that.

Anyway, why where I can start? Sometimes I feel that there are so many principles that I have the luxury of choosing the one I like. Because we all have a story worth telling. Not for glory together, but to have the grace to share a piece of humanity in these times to caracú technology. As I said, there were many firsts. But today I want to take to share only four. And special one. No more preference but by a distinct preference but equally meritorious. The first two in which I fell in love and I had sex only, but "made love" as the whole phrase implies. And the two times I went mum. Some shocked I tell you: As you can intermarry both . In principle, my mom told me false, so it would not surprise me that someone repeated, shocked the question. Because the phrase is real and no bullshit. And the truth I thought. But the answer is, yes, yes I can intermarry both categorical and more keeps growing, especially now that I have to explain to my teenage daughter. Both actions involve life. LIFE. When you actually feel and identifies love in all the pores of the skin and soul, I assure you, you

I know, ladies and gentlemen, is making love. Nothing less and nothing more. As simple as that and so complicated at the same time. Only life could prove a merger so special, so special and so unique. My mother was false able to breath, when he also said, "there are many people who die without knowing that it is the subject of love in this way." I can see for happy and peaceful death. When the enjoyment of body and soul made me woman. And he gave me the feeling that it was no coincidence, so it was that I thanked the Destination. Says the film Love Story, as a woman and incurable romantic, of course I suggested to my daughter to see, for look beyond the fiction, love well, and tell you, it happens, at least once in a lifetime or more, depends on Mr. Destiny. It happens, of course, a story about how wonderful love can be. The sweet love story. And that is true, as the lyrics of the song and the movie is a story older than the sea. The simple truth about the love they give us. It is sometimes difficult to even begin. And no, we are a silly, remembering his first hello to his first gesture, being women and being a dreamy incurable, but because it happens in our lives is enrolled in a sensory memory that sometimes we, nor the end of times be with the memory, as our own. Nor need we be only women but very people, when we dare to say that a person gave a new sense of a world, sometimes empty and gave the necessary push to fill beautiful things, even though that love leaves us. Not that someone added one more reason our life. How to explain to a sweet 16? That someone once filled my heart with very special things. In a couple of songs angel and, oddly enough, also wild life expectations. And to no risk of losing, as long as eternity to fit in a second because there was a certainty, running through our veins, no matter what happened, we could never forget . Forgetting never no place in our plans. For as I know the folds of her soul, my memory could never forget the geography of your body. How to explain and explain to me and my sweet 16 I'm not immune to questions, that like her, I also assaulted. That maybe the issue is to be brave to accept the uncertainty that sometimes both life and love will bring us. Those like how long will it last? Can love be measured by daylight hours? Like the song, I had no answers ever. All I can say that will always be needed. Until this song is consumed and do not know if the addressee of this, my love, be there. But the good balance is resulting in my bank, from the bottom of my ocean that sometimes do not know that I live, is that occasionally there is some response from the float to hold on. Like a bottle in the sea with a message inside. out there , serve only to me or around also serve other / as. And then I know that now I understand why at this point I like the tango, because with age comes a past, which I understand to Sabina, when he says I do not I want a civilized love and want back trips to the market past and wanting to mourn ... Although, I disagree, and if you want one and many February 14 happy birthday and many more. For now, at fifty-way stop from the forty , I can choose. I do, want, to choose my shampoo. And to move from planet if my love is with me. And I still want a Sunday afternoon and swing in the garden. But then I want to "die with you if I kill and kill you if you die. "Because love does not die when they kill, they kill for love ... I never die if I want, now, together for tomorrow, but never knew together to make ends meet. I want to heat the greenhouse and kiss some scars . And sometimes I do not want you or without you. And then I also know that the songs about love and practice in the bathtub, not only have the sense to sing what I like, but to repeat what others say, that at this stage of the game identifies me. And maybe this show just is an attempt to bring together the most beautiful experience we can have any man, the love and tell my daughter that despite the thorns, is open to find the roses.

That there is the possibility of the existence of one without the other but, of course, for any woman is beautiful bouquet of flowers in the heart.