Write
I've always been lazy in speaking. As a child I said my first word after a considerable delay compared to my peers. I first learned to walk and then talk.
Even as an adult, I weigh the words in your mouth. I prefer to silence the chatter. They know my friends, that kind of words I do for a few free.
On the other hand I think the free ones, does not mean that they are always right but at least they are always thinking. Is worse than when they were well thought wrong.
On the card are the words of a teacher. Paper and ink ... or keyboard and bytes.
Written words come out right ... I put the one behind the other like pearls on a necklace, attack, detachment, I whirl around me, quiets the paper, and seal it up.
Of those, you know the art.
Although my mother is more accustomed to the art of literature, I think the passion for writing has inherited from my father.
From small things important to me has always written and never said a voice. Did he ever cared, and then when you think he believed that they were exactly as he had donated them think of me on a sheet of paper.
I always read those letters with a flicker of trepidation.
Below a shot of the Fab model Giovanna N and a video of a song I often thought it was written specifically for me
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