Ho sempre paura di quello che mio padre possa pensare di me. Ciò che pensa mia madre lo so, e non mancano le occasioni per non farmelo notare, ma di quello che pensa lui mi importa eccome. Ho sempre avuto stima, rispetto e tanto amore nei confronti di mio padre, per ciò che è, per la sua storia, per come ci ha cresciuti, e per come riesca a tenere insieme una così bella famiglia come la nostra. Non ho mai conosciuto nessun altro come lui, ed al solo pensiero di perderlo mi vengono brividi. Una notte ricordo che mi sono svegliata piangendo ed urlando solo perché avevo sognato che lui se ne andava di casa con another woman (this is not possible because it takes a lot of good to my mother!). But now that I'm in this state of confusion on my life, he still counts a lot. I do not want to disappoint this is important. One day I looked back at him and I said "I am proud of you, and what you have become." It would be one of my greatest satisfactions that life could give me. The truth is, but he would see me as a good doctor, lawyer, and I am a head elsewhere. I could not pass the medical test for two consecutive years, and the lawyer do not talk about it. And yet that he wants from me. And I just want to give him satisfaction. I remember when we started to study music together. I was 8 years old, he played the clarinet and saxophone. E 'was great, we shared something together, but then I decided that I was not interested anymore and preferred to continue dancing. He remained there all'inizitutto bad, so I said, bursting into tears, "Dad, iolo because I knew I liked you," and he, with all the sweetness that has told me: "Honey, I just want to you to do something that you like and be happy. "
He also said that my passion for cinema, but I know it's not what he thinks, he would take much more to me than a career ghost. At the same time, however, also knows what they are, and what's inside me, I can express just writing. When
sell my first screenplay this is what it will say after the cover:
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Dedicated to my father, Nunzio,
for having encouraged to read and to love books,
for encouraging me to write and to believe in my dreams without lose hope.
for making me realize that even if the reality does not meet and exceed you can always take refuge in books and the imagination to create stories.
Thanks for giving me so many stories read as a child before going to domire and you fed me the desire to write.
Thanks. Dedicated to
my dad Nunzio,
tempting for me to read and love books,
encoradge for me to write and believe in my dreams without losing the hope, let me Understand That
For even if the everyday reality is we can always unsatisfied shelter in books and Our created with fantasy stories. For reading
me when I was little I know many stories before going to bed and feeding haves in me the desire of writing.
Thanks.
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"The world will only see the best of me .."
G.
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