The fear and pain. I see him die and cry inside: "I'm not ready." My dad when he went back in '81, I was twelve years old. And 'I was a child I began to reckon how much further I would have been able to enjoy my wonderful dad. He has had a life fullest, sacrifices and joys, so strong and yet fragile. He showed me that left a huge void. I wanted to be ready, but I never will be ready. He did not see me studying, did not see me play football, he did not see my political engagement, did not see my great love for cinema, rock'n'roll and literature. I regret that it has not met the woman of my life and Lorenzo. My dad was wonderful in its simplicity, was one of a few words, but he was fine in the company. He made a life's work. The work was for him the satisfaction of every need. I know that despite the fear of my years I have been privileged to have as a parent, despite the few years together. I know that my maturity and complexity is partly due to his example. A Lorenzo, now that I became a father I also, I say live it his life without ever feeling guilty, because the greatest joy that can give her father to let him know that when there is no more, leave a man ready to face life.
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