🗣”I discovered that I liked painting during high school years, after I realized that writing and playing were not for me. Attending the academy I started trying to be an artist and I still try. Then, of course, my commitment and my awareness in what I do has matured, without ever really knowing it. I hope this feeling accompanies me throughout my life”.
She has a bookshelf for a heart,
And ink runs through her veins,
She'll write you into her stories
With the typewriter in her brain,
Her bookshelf is getting crowded,
With all the stories that she's penned,
Of the books flicking people through,
But closed the book before the end,
And there's one pushed to the very back,
That sits collecting dust,
With it's title in the finest writing,
"THE ONE'S WHO LOST MY TRUST",
There's books she's scared to open,
And books she don't close,
Stories of every person she's met,
Some people have only a sentence,
While others once held in a main part,
Thousands of inky footprints,
That they've left across her heart,
Why write of people once she knew?
But she knows she mean enough,
For someone to write about her too.