I remember even as a little girl, this time I produced an inexplicable nostalgia,
would be the bitter cold in my hometown, with those cloudy days, with a wind that froze my bones
and sometimes that white feather fell from the sky threatening a beautiful snowfall.
I remember on several occasions My father took the car and took us on a tour of the night, when all was silent, and ran to where these pines were full of snow, the sky and the whole city wore a magnificent white ... and in my soul, just nostalgia, sadness was not just nostalgia, without knowing what or why.
Then I still see my mother, that little tree decorating synthetic, with small areas of color, being careful not to break a single ... the colored lights that covered the room and I sat on the couch in silence, thinking of nothing, mesmerized by those nuances ..... the cinnamon smell of hot drink that my mother took the music of the season .... my new dress.
Knowing that soon receive gifts, that doll had long coveted, the dresses and shoes, and even then, the cold, snow, colors, nuances Christmas gifts left in me that nostalgia ....
'd give anything back to that house that I left 22 years ago ....
would give anything to see this tree and its fields,
inhale the aroma,
feel the cold on my skin, enjoying the snow .....
But is not the same
The house is one
The tree no longer exists
the aroma is unbeatable only she knew how .... Perhaps
snow somewhere else, somewhere nearby mountain ...
back are memories that bring me nostalgia
only now smile and relive every moment, valuing a little over my childhood.
VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO SIT AND SOUL OF THE CHILD IN YOU LIVES FOREVER.
