Me. I’m not sure who I am. Someone who gets lost in dreams, lives in fantasy and that smiles discreetly when the wind lifts her dress. Someone who has few ambitions but to passionately live every second. That feeds herself on moments, stories and unexpected details that gives color to the sky. That ignores the routine and prefer never to cross it. Who chooses different, seeks for novelty and break prejudices. That in a misfit way tries to be happy. Someone whose thousand ideas, thoughts and follies do not fit within the space that the brain allows physically. I will write it here.
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