The hours at the airport, played on the anxiety of Gregorio, returned to his hometown, that city that forced abandonment by penumbras of a lifestyle that I never accept. He never knew more about his family, today he returned feeling a fear, that fear of losing his loved ones, drowning him and catching him in the bottom of his heart along with uprooting.
A light suitcase is all that accompanied him, along with his 33 years loaded faced the arrival in his village, just walk, the taxi and the memories returned to open his chest, took a deep breath, wanted at that time to take the whole horizon.
His memory of childhood, those that always clouded the shadow day by day, but there was no time for more ... there he was in his garden, the poplar, the mint, green and fresh earth, a home that despite the distances I had reserved him time.
Nobody was sad anymore, it was a meeting of years, broken hearts healed, and the arms of his family opened, forgetting never existed in that place. Who knows if Gregorio will stay, that moment could not realize what he had lived, perhaps at that moment everything hidden in the depths of his heart.
Picture Surce: http://letraurbana.com/articulos/migracion-y-desarraigo/
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