Today broadcast on television again "BABY BOOM" a film that I loved from the first time I saw him .... and I looked for the umpteenth time sipping literally everything, but especially the ending. I who have been forced, when I had young daughters, to catapult across the city, in the middle of traffic that often imprisoned me, and I felt suffocated by fatigue as if two hands hold me by the throat, all for navigate between office, home, grandparents and baby sitters, leading a life that seems out. Not helped before and then abandoned when the girls were 3 and 9, I closed my eyes and I have always dreamed of, to an incurable sentimentalist that I am, before the final quality. Dreaming of being able to have another dimension of life with more peace of mind, dedicating myself to the daughters ... dreaming that I can leave on a rocking chair in front of a window sill full of flowers, and hearts full of Amorites. Sorry for these "words in freedom", but I recently discovered the courage and the desire to outsource everything that I've kept inside for too long.
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