And that my madness is forgiven.
Because half of me is love and the other half ... as well.
Who am I?!
I am for each person what she thinks I am, but what matters to me is what I'm looking for it to be and I still am not.
I want to me the spirit of this phrase,
transformed the way to marry what I am:
Living is not necessary, what is needed is created.
Half of me is now well on the one hand poetry the word nostalgia, the other the struggle, strength and courage to reach the end. And the end is beautiful, uncertain ... depends on how you look!
I am well.
I love ...