Then one day, only this man, gets lucky. But not lucky because he gambles or does it on purpose. Here, there is much reflection one can do, how does it happen, a little luck? Continue reading “I looked at her 2”
I looked at her 1
We get blinded by beauty. We fall in it and call it love. Not once, but many times over. Growing older and we’re still blinded. It’s like not being able to help it looking into the sun. Self-destructive? Continue reading “I looked at her 1”
Do we all need to stop being silent and tell them how we feel?
Now back to the purpose and motivation of this writing. In a series of notes I will try to describe what motivated me to start writing. It was almost desperation. Continue reading “Do we all need to stop being silent and tell them how we feel?”