Yesterday I went to the house of a lady octogenarian who was widowed two years. She has osteoarthritis deformans and a deep sadness due to his loneliness. Angela cried every time he appointed her husband.
Angela was telling me that is immensely alone.
By listening to the voice that spoke to me, I sat beside him on the couch. The
I took my hand, thin, deformed and held in Did I mine, caressing.
We stayed that way until we have felt the need.
Then we greeted with a hug and deep kiss.
There was nothing more than two cores at the moment, neither age nor illness, nor thought, nor loneliness, but union.
Whenever I'm surprised how little it takes, just the courage to take a step.
Through a lump in my throat gushing again my gratitude, that it can be a wanderer on the streets of the hearts of others that will inevitably give me infinite wealth.
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