a lot of things came to mind , i thought about me and chiara to you gnaw the year before , to the new year 's eve in mountain , at thousand o'clock you not at all quarrel , to thing you/they would have said his and mine when you/they would have known that we were left there , to its birthday , that would have been in one month and after years you/he/she would have celebrated him alone , to that time that the love had done in florence , to the first time that i had cooked for her and to when , before sleeping , i embraced him .