I was just looking at facebook, making memories, and i found this lines that I would like to share with you guys:
This feeling steal from my life my peace…
I know, I am not from here, is a different view point of life, but I start to love be here. There is all this things that I had lived, all this experiences that I’ve recorded in my head and then just when I almost I am done and I have to leave I start to have this beautiful feeling that I ever had…
All this came as the flowers that bloom in the spring and is getting bigger and warm… Now I can understand why the writers talk about spring so beautiful, I could say that it is the most beautiful time in my life and I’d never forget but as fast blooming the flowers as fast it death. And I do not want all this death, for that is the reason why I am alive, now what I can do without it…?
Virginia 2008