Cara Joy, indeed, dear Joy Sofia,
a year ago there was a beautiful sun. A year ago you decided it was time to be born. A year ago, after an interminable suffering in the world you came you. Pink as a candy with the scent of cotton candy.
I have been there more than here in the months when, as he once told my teacher mate, there is only the great tit. But the great tit was not there, or better, but there was no head.
I wanted to give you a happy and peaceful life in every moment. But when you smile and make everyone smile is so beautiful.
're so different from your brothers. Both physically and temperamentally. You are silent, quiet, shy, sweet as hell. You have blond hair and very few do not understand those who have taken them.
're oblivious to the danger and need to make more and your head. If I tell you not to do something, you make me look the same and then laughing in his sleeve.
You love anything like your brothers and copy them in all.
mom and say aaaah ... which means almost everything.
I hope your name from now on is really a promise of life.
Happy Birthday my love, Mom
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"is for you doubt and certainty
the strength and sweetness
is for you to know that the sea salt is for you
Christmas Eve
is for you everything you need
ninna na ninna and
is for you everything you need
ninna ninna na e. .. "
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