When the longing does not fit in the chest it overflowing though the eyes, something moves within us, it is a discontented restlessness that we cannot breathe. When the longing does not fit in the chest, the eyes are sad of waiting … we get tiny we cannot almost see anything … When the longing hits in the chest, it makes us to want to cry aloud and say: come back soon, come kill this immense longing to lessen our sorrow…♥… One year without my father…I miss him…♥ Quando a saudade não cabe no peito ela transporta pelos olhos, algo … Continue reading One year without my father….