The Titmouse

Since I was a child at home they called me “titmouse”, they sought my joy to relax their tired or nervous faces. I remember that if I lay in silence, everyone worried about recognizing the signs of a disease, and they were never wrong, my static nature was an unequivocal sign. Over time I stopped talking preferring to listen, what was a wild vivacity has … Continua a leggere The Titmouse