My dear daughter Nicole, I have dedicated a song that really moved me a lot and made me question myself if I have been a good mom ...
Sorry ... (Laura Pausini)
Mom, I dreamed you called my door a little tense and foggy glasses,
wanted to look good and was the first time, I felt I knew how you missed.
and hugged me while I marveled that put up with sad and breathless,
ago while we are not embraced and quietly told me .. Sorry!.
But a noise was enough to wake me up, to mourn and
make return to those days of child care for me, where in the summer sky and sea came together.
with my wrist As I listened to old stories that you have every night telling me
smalleras you curl up and numb me on your lap I was dreaming.
But at sixteen I felt like changing, and as I really am, now I see.
And I felt so alone and so desperate because I was no longer the daughter he wanted.
And it was the final and our confidence that helped both small talk,
I hid behind a cold impatience, and you deseastes the son to thee denied.
And I spent the day without returning home, not stand your sermons for anything,
and I also started to become jealous, because you were almost unattainable, so beautiful.
And I abandoned my dream to lack of room, my heart jumped into the sea in a vessel,
lost to memory for lack of courage, because I was so ashamed to be your daughter.
No, no, no, no, no. More
not call you at my door in vain I had a dream that can not be done,
my mind is so full of this, my pride would not let me forgive myself.
But if you called at my door in another dream would not be able to pronounce a word, I would look
by your gesture so severe, and I feel increasingly alone.
why I'm so confused in this letter, to find some peace in my mind, not to reclaim
nor ask excuses, it's just to tell you, Mom ... Sorry!.
And it is true that I feel ashamed, our souls are so alike, so alike,
wait patiently sitting here,
love you so much mom ... write me ... your daughter.
