Take a person. A random person. Take me.
If we go back to my last speech in this blog is now turned into a valley of desolation, there is a different story, light years away.
Since then it happened and everything - twice, alas - the opposite of everything.
There is a story called "Want to know mine?" Which gave me satisfaction as well as novel partners simply fabulous scene that can make me what I would have never believed it could be. A story so dense, intense, leaving no room for words or attempted description: I was happy to live with people special, and I tried to share the enthusiasm with which many people in one context or another have had to do with me. Some of them have given me the joy of seeing them on stage, many wanted to be there, others might. Bottom line, thank you to all, have made me doubly happy.
There is a story in shirt and tie, that I write every morning, and that makes me go to the system (unfortunately totalitarian regime) for a long time. A history of aircraft and ships, Caribbean (I put some pictures on Facebook) and Germany (see previous parenthesis), thoughts and plans. While such projects remain, waiting to leave, never so desired. Certainly a week "on the edge field telephone, "then we'll see ...
There is the story of a new set of keys, a keychain yellow with the word" home "is a companion tours and diction became roommate. The most fascinating story of all , that makes me take a step toward what will be. Who leaves the old road for the new knows what he leaves, but does not know what that is: I leave adolescence period beyond the time limit, and as in the great match wrestling, I'm working to win the big blowoff .
There is a story not yet written, the one with me at his desk, quill in hand and white sheet in front of me.
I do not know what to write, I do not know even if it is to fall before the ink of my gesture, once more take by surprise ...
... Welcome back to my blog. The pleasure is all ours.
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