Cats, you know, have nine lives and become of my being I have lived many lives, every day, every night ...
cats die, sometimes living in changing times are transformed.
I introduce myself, only Omar is a former Gattaccia black and my fourth life.
die is strange, it felt as if sucked by a great, great vacuum cleaner.
A sharp pain in the chest, head and body flying left helpless on the bank of river.
few minutes later, a strong sense of warmth, a strong light, such as the beacon of the dentist and then a deep breath as the end of a long breath.
The first time was a strange, terrible and wonderful at the same time but then you make your hand.
This is my fourth life, and as I said is not easy to see how it works, at least I took me a while '.
Here!
comes the vacuum cleaner, that's always the same, but then it changes, always.
Each time the light leaves the world can review, I realize that the point of view has changed.
In my life I was a black Gattaccia, origin, a black woman a bitch, a scolopendra and now I am a businessman who lives in Milan, but the great thing is that memories are always present, from life to life ...
Sometimes we get confused between one life and another, sometimes fun, sometimes we are ashamed, my life fuller and more difficult was the third. Being a whore
road is not easy when you choose to prostitute as you decide where and when you are entering into business. When you decide to make a whore you can also enjoy.
I never decided to make a whore, in my third life I found myself in the arms of a mother who died at 22 years, in that world, you're little girl for a while, then we should be given to do.
Also I in my turn, I had a child, the result of inexperience, then, one day, a white man, a tourist in my country said he wanted to help me, it was nice, I was a princess, maybe life can change, I thought, took me to Italy.
I was happy but my happiness was short-lived, very little.
I still remember the first time I saw that city, gray and rich, I thought I would start to make a normal life, work and devote myself to my daughter, I dreamed of normality. On the third day
Maximus, that was the name the bastard, took away my little Nadine, so he hit me, raped me, I said I was his and that henceforth I should only do what he commanded me, obey him.
If I did, I would not have seen my baby, my Nadine.
The beginning was terrible, I met the most horrible of the Italians.
On the road in winter was cold, and I had to wear only a loincloth and white of my dreams disillusioned.
But I could not give up my little Nadine, was my life, I would die for her, so every night I died a bit 'more.
I was a black woman a bitch for years, I do not know how many, I had already stopped counting the days, months, years ...
My baby was growing, and it was just what I had at heart, but even greater anxiety grew in my heart she would have ended on the road as soon as the bastard would have wanted.
I was the whore of old farmers that no could love, their bodies and their amorphous stench would expel anyone but me, like so many black woman a bitch.
I was the whore of young, old, thousands of married men, gay and who wanted to prove themselves to be of large males.
I was the bitch of some priests, even a cardinal.
I was the whore of a woman, who through their kindness I enjoy a bit of finesse.
I was the whore of wicked men, they wanted my ass, my mouth, they wanted the pee pee, and I was to them, only briefly, for the price they were willing to pay.
the morning to take the bastard came back at 7.
Once he waited until 10 o'clock, I was afraid, I thought I had left and had taken my daughter, now no longer needed to me, could begin to abuse her, my little Nadine.
I cried, I cried, I despaired.
A man stopped, came over to my side, got out.
was approaching, I thought I wanted my sex, there at that time, I was afraid, but he had eyes of blue sky, the reflections of the sea in my eyes.
He asked me if I was OK, his name was Paul, I am reassured by his calm and penetrating voice, I calmed down, I told him my story, I told him I was afraid.
It was not like other men, had something different, embracing smile. I wrote
the number of his cell, I did not want to take it, it was too dangerous, he told me that if I needed I could call it, took it.
At that moment came that bastard Max, I went to him at once, I turned around.
A tear left a salty groove on my face, I told my tormentor that it was a customer who wanted to waste time.
back home, not a word came out of my mouth.
I found my daughter in tears, hugged her strong, there was no need for explanations.
The bastard had abused my baby, he had beaten her and said that soon she would be exploited as me.
I was desperate, I did not know what to do, I cried and felt my heart burst.
Massimo said that in a few months even Nadine would begin to pay what they ate.
I cried all morning and all night in the street, I was desperate, I could not let the monster do the same with my baby.
took a handkerchief and fell down the card with the number of Paul. A full write and circulate.
At that moment I was reminded of that angel.
I asked the customer to make a call, I called him desperate, it was dark, they arrived within minutes.
I never understood anything about men, I was always wrong according to my impressions.
But this time it was as if the presence, just the thought of the man to give me serenity and then it was my only chance, I could, I had to try, at least for my daughter.
arrived worried, came and I went in his car.
I cried, I cried a lot and I hug him, he was very soft, very honest.
He tried to reassure me, took my hand and spoke to me with her voice serene times looking into my eyes.
made me a thousand questions, wanted to know details, addresses, names, actions, I opened as never before, I opened my heart, my mind, I entrusted him with my body, my soul.
In my heart I was afraid, I had horrible misgivings that he was like other men.
the morning at 7 am the bastard came back to pick up his package, me!
I went back to that place that was not a house, I hugged my baby who slept and slept with her, hug.
We were hugging in bed, I remember like it was yesterday, we were suddenly awakened by a sound impressive, someone was knocking down the door, "thieves" I thought.
Another knock on the door and a lot of confusion, masked men came in, had the gun in his hand and cried, cried. Me and Nadine
we lay under the bed.
trembled and did not understand what was happening.
We heard screaming again, the bastard was in the house, slowly I realized that those were not robbers but police, we felt that Max was arrested.
We stayed under the bed in fear, trembling, I thought there would be beaten, that they too were abusing us, we heard footsteps slowly even in the room where we were,
took my hand and gave me strength to come out, I force a bit, 'but then I came out with Nadine, we cried and we were hugging, senivo my daughter's heart burst.
hooded man made me so much too afraid, I gave my life to protect the baby.
threw me against the man, grabbed his head with force and in the confusion of that gesture took off my hat that covered him completely.
I was speechless, Paul, when I saw his eyes and his face in a hatch smile I threw at him even stronger, hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, not stopped thanking him for as long as it was with us.
Paul was my angel that day I was no longer the black woman a bitch, thanks to him.
followed our case and helped us, I became a free woman, the social workers helped me to integrate myself to find a job, Nadine inserted in a public school.
One day Paul, with whom I continued to have great friends picked me up at work,
now two years had passed since my release.
Paul was strange that day, tense, anxious.
We stopped at the park, at a time when he hugged me and burst out crying, I did not understand.
I looked into his eyes, wiped his tears and patted him on the face, I waited until he began to speak, did not want to force it, he continued to cry, I've never seen him so vulnerable.
"Alyssa, I'm gay, I like men, have not been honest with you but no one knows my secret, I know everything about you, I've opened my heart and you left your soul to me, I must be honest with you, "sobbed
and the sun, reflected in his tears, made him look even more beautiful.
Paul, joie de vivre and love of my life, I love you, your delicacy, your honesty, your way of loving the people, their sensitivity with whom you have welcomed me and Nadine in your life, in my life there is more room for sex and not what interests me in the street life there is only room for gratitude and affection for the 'unconditional love, you're in my heart more than ever, you will be forever. Grace more and more for your gentle sincerity. "
Love is a feeling that goes beyond sex, beyond reason, beyond the sharing
love is in friendship, loyalty, the sun rising every morning, in the smile of a child in an embrace.
Love is within us and when someone in the evolution of life, manages to pull off at least an ounce, you will belong to him your heart.
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