Chi-chi And Bulma Fusion

September 13, 1958

The bride really now smiling, more relaxed after the laying as a bit 'stiff church. Finally got rid of the veil hath been entrusted to the hands of zealous friend or abandoned at the back of a chair somewhere in the reception hall, hundreds of designated seating positions in the ACLI, twenty meters from the parish.
Relatives and friends are gathered mostly by foot or aboard a moped, while only one was able to rent a car, thereby discouraging further assumptions for time shift during the day. And why move? Everybody knows that the kitchen is good air circulation in the house. Then pass from the sacred to the profane passing through the sunny Saturday is a matter of steps, thirty or forty in all, a trip accompanied by the crackle of joyous laughter, under a hail of rice that arrives to you in the eye in gusts.
Fiat Appia dark, with a bouquet of white roses below the rear window, waiting. It is for the young bride, who tonight will sleep elsewhere, away from the country she was born. He goes to flourish his twenty-three years not far from here, fifteen-minute bike ride or so, but her heart beats a little 'more powerful at the thought of leaving those streets that familiar with the faces that now smile like never before, while the organ kicks in the door behind wedding procession and spreads in the churchyard, and the bells remember, those who are not on the guest list, it's time to go home and put something on fire.
Only a few miles further on whether the bride will leave tonight, but it is a giant leap for those who, like her, life would plant trees rather than tear roots. And as the trees do not know how or when die but where .

The thinness of the twenty six years, the bridegroom smiles stronger than the flower that bears the crown. Next to the girl in time the beveled edges of a nature vehement, holds out his arm, I do not know whether to offer support or ask in return. Or simply groped the first confident steps of a dance to the happiness of abandonment - the only antidote to the pain of the world - as suggested by the right leg that he almost disappears into the pearly haze of the organ.

I admire the smooth moment of joy of two young men, whose years at the time, added together, do exactly my own today. And in the enchantment of a moment seen here seems out of time, they contemplate the unknowing courage to plunge into the flow of things. From their audacity to believe in happiness, despite everything that life had and would have reserved, others are born happy and others are waiting perhaps come to light.
So I pick up the paper memory of such a joy, just a little 'creased by time, and carefully put under the scanner camera. Imposed the values \u200b\u200bof acquisition and now a beam of light pierces the paper, revitalizing the old appearance.
now slowly on the screen clears the beautiful face of my father, my mother's serene gaze. The painstaking restoration requires patience, but I did not hurry. It's my way to stay with them and give thanks.

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