It' s a mixed of feelings that I have in you and pancia.Oggi 'materialized reality' extreme that reminds us that everything here finisce.Finisce the life of a doctor honored profession, loved the hospital. A gentleman, a person who felt the lot of his concept of "word." For me it 's been a kind of towing professionale.Non I will know' exactly what he thought of never me.Sicuramente in his way he picked up my call for help and put me in a path of stop and accellerazioni.Poi with my personal tragedy has been known to be present, remember his phone calls, his parole.Un thirty-year friendship with my father, who was unveiling before my occhi.Voglio primary image on a cloud, maybe close to that of my Pope 'and you shall from commenting and smiling with my progress and my failures, or my amazement in the face of things nuove.E 'selfish to think so,' but sometimes the selfishness helps us to survive in this life is the only Christian bastarda.Il comfort abbiamo.Ricordo good thing even when lying on the couch in the doctor's office crying and I cried and he paternally abbracciava.Ricordo his phrase "we live with a gun to his head" The pistol shot for him and I still dispiace.Grazie all Primary, aware that the last real anesthesiologist "his school" will 'honor
new professional challenges in recalling the opening lines of his poem "with the tube and the spindle together in destiny .... good journey ......." and as he did not run here! Bruno Nicora
new professional challenges in recalling the opening lines of his poem "with the tube and the spindle together in destiny .... good journey ......." and as he did not run here! Bruno Nicora
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