when i tipe the (book title omitted) always i think about you.
what i see, coming from you and the characters i created is the
omission, the "no" to the maturity.
to dont loose the inocence.
i have a boy named LEEB and i see you in this character.
(in arabic leeb is toy)
i understand you. the denay to the maturity.
you're right.... is a big shit.
dont get mature
-Atala-Atala
That gave me such a peaceful feeling. Being 27 is hard enough with so much expected of you. And when you finally start to confidently share to people that you have decided to write full time, they look at you and shallowly ask, "ohh, so about what?" It even ended a relationship with a brilliant and amazing girl because it just seems to risky to be a writer these days. She had other expectations of me and I don't blame her. I am 27, and I guess in some way I have to make an impression on parents to give them peace about who their daughter is involved with. But why? I don't cause trouble. I just believe in this; and tell me something new that will magically transform me into what you expect out of me. Especially when I fret about selling my soul. Therefore, I am left with two mad crusades from this point in my life. One, is to fight for the union of "each" and "other" into eachother. And to share and find the wisdom of attitude that shines all over the place once you realize it's never ever too late.
Thank You and welcome to my world.
Sincerely,
Boris Collage
1 comment:
Sorry to write here bro...
I wonder if you can put a link to my site www.servicosdetraducao.blogspot.com
Um abraco!!
J.
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