my father (judas)

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this is my father when he was 19. the heading says “a clerk who dreamed to become a singer”, and yes! he did it! i must admit, even if i hated what he did with his career, he paved the way for me. i learned from him to go ahead, no matter what. from my mather (a self-made bussinesswoman) i learned to sell and to understand that there’s no product, but how you project your visions on others. to make them see what you see. thank mama. thanks papa.
oh! virulius, my most beloved friend in my childhood. for 13 years that cat and I slept together in the same bed, he used to lay down as a person, putting his head on the pillow. i loved you so much virulius, i miss you…

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