Brazilian Was Worcester, Ma.

Nostalgia has no other name ....

do not know if one will remember that there entry in the blog on an award of those who run like wildfire, it had to Comment smells etc. I like. Many people told me that had been excited to read this,

"Another of the smells that I carried, although this is not so easy to see is the colony that used my father when I was a child, Varon Dandy, you see, never forget the feeling that Sunday morning when he saw had to shave his face was soft, was different from the rest of the week when Labour came .. hottie was coming down and we were going to take a walk down the street from the station without you .... 23 years and if I close my eyes I can still smell you ......" potato

Well, these days, my brother walked home rummaging through photos of my mother and went to scan and save this .. and automatically took me to that morning Sunday, all the feelings that I told you in that text .... only 24 years ago already ... and no more today I felt like sharing this picture of the summer of 73 with @ s tod @ s vosotr