You already know what's going on
her head...
But what about while she smokes?
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Stories, yarns, thoughts, moments, legends...
Fiction and reality mix, don't you think?
Stories too long to be chronicles, too short to be books.
Tales.
For the pleasure of reading.
Tales
In my opinion...
As any good reader, I love talking about the books and stories I read and listen to.
The problem is that people don't always like to read what I read, they don't always like to talk about books or even don't have the habit of reading!
So I decided to talk to those who like it!
A channe to talk about the stories I find on my way, talking a little about the plot (no spoilers, of course!) But especially about my impression and thoughts.
So... Let's talk about books?
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Who
Am I?
-But after all, who am I?- She didn't understand how it could be so hard to write in a few lines, about who she was.
How to write about something that is not ready yet? And who knows when it will be?!
But she couldn't put that on the website. "Under Construction" didn't sound poetic...just lazy.
-Who am I?-She asked the mirror, while walking from one side to the other In the millimetrically messy room, crowded, full of ideas. Some already started, transformed into actions, others still incomplete, written down on paper to be finished later.
She could write a little of what she had done in life, college, schools, courses... or her CV! But it wouldn't be who she is, but what she did... Wouldn't that then have to change the question?
"What have I done until today?"
It sounds boring.
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Not that he life was boring, she had events in her biography that she herself thought were worthy of a soap opera script. But which happenings would be relevant enough to describe herself, which ones would be shared with the world?
-'Vix'... The World...-she whispered, staring once more at her tired reflection, trapped in the looking glass.
She looked at the maps and thought about the shadows.
The idea popped into her head, so obvious that her smile grew as she hurriedly typed on the keyboard:
"I'm completely crazy!"
In the best sense, of course. After all, without the Lunatics, fantasy does not exist.
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