There is no reason to remember. It comes suddenly without asking you a permission. And you never know when it will leave again.
Memories turn events, they have the power to transform the past and distort the present, especially if they're accompanied by emotions.
Today I do not know why and how, my mom sent me to email some photos of when I was young, blond and with the desire to play all day.
Here I'm at the beach of Forte dei Marmi, where my mom loves spending autumn day ... and me too
Every man has memories that would tell only to friends. It also has things in mind that would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and in secret. But there are other things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things in mind aside.
What about ?! ... Simply gorgeous! It's the capital of Romance and Art, a place to go with your love (Done), cuddle under the Eiffel Tower (Done), a city of museums - from the Louvre to the Centre Pompidou and the Picasso Museum Musée d'Orsay - and neighborhoods like Montmartre or Montparnasse - where penniless artists and geniuses of modern and contemporary living.
And from a museum that begins my journey to discover Paris: Centre Pompidou.
A bit of history? The Pompidou Centre was designed by Gianfranco Franchini, Renzo Piano, Richard Rogers and Sue Rogers, along with engineer Edmund Happold British and Irish structural engineer to engineer Peter Rice. Built by George Pompidou, President of the French Republic;
The location? In the center of Paris to stop the decline of the Paris art scene and to maintain its status as a major scene for contemporary art in the world.
Contemporary art here as ever expands his audience.
 And I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven, clothed with a cloud, with a rainbow, his face was like the sun, and his legs like pillars of fire.  In his hand he held a small open book. And he set his right foot on the sea and his left on the earth,  cried with a loud voice like a lion roaring. And when he had cried, seven thunders uttered their voices.  enabled once the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying, "Seal up what the seven thunders have said and do not write."