... A little bit 'of happiness that seems lost in the darkest moments, that seems denied by the other in sadness, Feel the pain ... wind in your face, the one that made you baby cheeks redden and become hard face on cold days, try to feel again that subtle fragrance, nestled between the smell of wet leaves under the oak and freshly cut grass, the 'smell almost elusive, freedom, the same feeling you have in riding a horse, pick a flower, holding tightly in his fist a cricket, a fleeting happy moment and that as soon as you open your fingers, flies out to achieve someone else to sit or lie on a different life in a new pietra.Gli precious moments that make you wet your face and sigh, the moments that are regenerated in a race where the goal is always new research continues.
