I love you dad

Dear millionaire dad, in your successful life, have you ever thought if your dreams were too much ambitious?When the dreams are greater than us, we have to submit us to the destiny ... But my dream is still there ...It's you, it's America. A song of Lucio Dalla,an Italian singer, says this way: America is distant, on the other side of the moon... For me there is not only a middle ocean. It's a great distance because I don't have Lilleri. As It always told my grandfather: senza Lilleri non si Lallera, that means: without money you have nothing. As usual ,he was right. As I had promised you, I want to tell you some useless things that concern me. On June 23 will be my birthday. 37 year old! Horrible! It would be different if I received one gift from you . If I found a mail in which you tell me to reach you in America. The Big Apple! Wow!!! The most beautiful gift of my life! However, in italia it is summer. I am happy because I hate the cold. This year I won't go to the beach. I have to save money for the trip in the United States, in February. Perhaps we will meet ther, perhaps... I Imagine that I would have problems with the language. Unfortunately I speak a scholastic English. Sigh! Another impossible dream. And by tha way, speaking of impossible dream,do you know that I am writing a book? Mission impossible, as usual . Certainly if I were rich and I knew someone of the environment... It's always a matter of money! I am thinking about addressing to a coach writer. I have to meet him among a few weeks, to Milan. What can I say? Today is a beautiful day therefore I will go to the park. A pair of jeans, a T shirt, tennis shoes, and... Walking in the middle of the nature, reassures me the spirit, it makes me feel lighter. But.... I miss you! My natural parents have departed, god blesses them!, so I have the house all for me. I am 37 years old and I don't have a house. My friends have made a loan to purchase a house Poor thing! They go to work for giving the money to the bank and to pay the taxes. What life is it? There is no justice in this world. We should be all rich ones. Where I am, life is wretched. We are not in Africa or in the third world, but Italians are the Americans of one century ago , Italy is a country for old. A country where people are ,closed and ignorant , and technology is a a kind of alien object. The forty years old people know how to use internet but, for many fifty old people is an enemy to be fought. We are like the farmers of the fifties : afraid and stupid. Someone has said: Italians are good people.Nothing more wrong! I belong to the this group but I am not proud of it. The only difference is that I am more trained. I am enrolled to all the chats, the newsgroup, the social network, and forums. For me privacy is an illusion. what should I hide ? I am transparent, visible. I hope that you, dear dad, are an experienced navigator to find me in the blogosfera. It's strange as internet you resemble to the life. The human beings, each of us, is a point on the terrestrial globe, and the blogs are only a lost url in the blogosfera.... to be found, We need to have fortune. I hope to have fortune. Dear dad, I wait for you. I love You, see you soon Stefania