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dear friend "La Gata Coquette" come back to your blog to tell you, when you can, you come by my "window" is something for you.
Besos. Teresa


This is a "window" open to the horizon that will encourage the imagination to find dreams, illusions or vague memories remain lying in the cherry of the meetings ...

there life and feeling in each of the tickets issued, welcoming and motivating emotion continue. When you dive you can recreate in them and feel them inside you as his own.

Teresa's friend handed me the gift, has only recently been incorporated into this unique world of the blogosphere, being very well received by the climate of harmony that permeates the profile of his blog " A blogger + " , with which I identify since I've been invited.

Then I'll hang one of the inputs produced by Teresa, with whom I have come to touch the most sensitive part, the text lies in the feelings that are hurt to find unexpected situation is a latent reality that at any moment might happen to any of us, and therefore should be supported as far as possible to those who are or are suffering ...

Day to remember and to prevent

was a morning in mid-February, Sunday, it was cold but blue sky looked in all its splendor and a cool breeze coming in through the balcony. Towards

days had been dining with her sister, needed to be with her and tell a lot of things ... He got up happy and eager to have a good day.

As happens to us every woman was looking in the closet to see what went down, pulling and dropping onto the bed, one by one, other than pants and jersey. Today I had of course wanted to wear something you look great Descote provide, no matter what the day his chest, voluminous yet harmonious stay more to the eye than usual. That day was not going to mind being a little provocative, but that was not her style, she was always modest in her dress, but eventually opted for black pants and a jersey emblazoned with a generous Descote.

He enjoyed the set and looked good. His image is reflected for a moment in the mirror and an instinctive desire to caress him as if is a question of a delicate and fragile. When he did his eyes were fixed on them and were filled with tears.

Words that were only heard in his soul, with a mixture of sadness and tenderness inexpressible. She knew they were part of it, always had formed, and their hands were the first to hug their children at birth and those which are offered to feed them. When I looked, could not resist, broke with inconsolable crying.

recalled that soon suffer a mastectomy.

World Cancer Day. Teresa



The award Friends bloggers' s is for everyone who chooses to take their places, to continue speaking loudly and high ...

One for all and all for one! As a musketeer more ...

Happy weekend @ s! friend!

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