It s been a couple of days I don t enter here to write something , or realize what s possible of telling in these magical paper what s going on.
Otherwise, it s kind of mistery to me , feeling like saying what people might not understand. Ok, that s me . Somebody whose heart wanna feel, live , share, and get the sense she s making somebody happy. After that, she ll get the same sense.
I want to be a bottle in the ocean, traveling, and inside it, taking a message. Wanna see the sky during the day or night ,the birds , the clouds,...whatever the colors they show, whatever the shape of the waves, high or low, warm or in fever, with the wind or moon leading them.
I m cheering thirty five years this month, and my heart beating like twenty one songs able to make me stronger enough to carry on. And at the same time like a crystal, so clear to myself now, and this wish to you...
What s the sort of soul I am ? ......
I ll keep on living , just because of that...
I still don t know ...
