Five years ... a lifetime ...
We often do not realize how we "tie" to people.
And as people in a relatively short period of time we can "enter" deep.
Today my daughter finished elementary school. End of a cycle. Change of speed. Start of "grow up" ... but yesterday at the "farewell" to her teacher for 5 years which also will retire at the end of the month ... like a fountain.
Weeping bitterly, with sobs.
A cry "true".
It made me tenderly and made me choked up well for me.
And I started thinking about how much I have left of my "teachers".
The "my" teacher in elementary ... Sicilian woman who loved her work and it showed.
Then a deputy to the middle and 2 high school teachers: Italian and Technology.
People who have left something "beyond" the simple notions.
People that I meet from pleasure again and went back that if I want to know and understand more.
So well are the tears ... that remind us again that we have emozioini ... and to be alive.
Even if you have tears ... "young people" who just want to say "I love you."
Tags: Brazi , teachers , thought , memories , school , five years a life
"Dear Professor
I do not know why
I think after all this time just to you
perhaps because
exams for me
almost never seem to go on ... "
this post reminded me of the lyrics of a song of Eros.
The school years are in for a long time.
Julia and tender, I guess his "sincere" emotion in front of a "goodbye" so strong.
A kiss from me to your princess.