I look up as I write and I laugh at the things that are on my desk right now … a compendium of what I love … notebooks, pens, Jule Verne’s bookmark (even!), the plant gift from a dear friend of mine, the Pc turned on, my crochet work, Aslan’s photo, my bottle of water. It is only the inclination of my writing in this … Continua a leggere My Personal Chaos
There are forgotten words that lie at the foot of our existence mixed with drops of abandoned tears and derided by the greedy heart of those who trampled them.There are forgotten words, fragile and delicate, gentle and soft that like caresses welcome smiles and tears, pain and joy and hold them in the heart of those who still know the difference between loving and possessing.There … Continua a leggere Forgotten Words
The word as an honest sign that longs for freedom,the word as an honest voice that listens to your freedom. La parola come onesto segno che brama libertà,la parola come onesta voce che ascolta la tua libertà. Continua a leggere Freedom of Speech
Writing Is Testifying 