The storm has passed. Dark days I have lived. They have left their mark.
But they have fortified, have raised.
's time to leave. To renew. To be reborn.
E 'as if it had snowed. The sky was gloomy, the weather was cold. But now the window you can see a blanket of white, immaculate. As a white sheet on which you can go to design your life, returning only the beautiful pictures of your past, leaving space for new images. Perhaps the most beautiful.
many appointments before me. Marriage, even a child ....
many trials to overcome. I hope to be ready.
But I really want to start over. Starting from my blog ....