Let's Talk! Let Just Talk...

I am an already half-page book filled. My story, part of your story. Because you existed in the previous pages. Because you've held the pen and made the writings and sketches in my book. Me, too, have held the pen of your life. You, you and another you. Many of you ...

Various writings from various hands. Various sketches from different minds. Various pictures from various dreams. Various colors of the various nuances of the heart .... Being one, I am.

Still a long journey, I hope so.

There are many blank sheets that will continue to fill with new writings and drawings. The more days, to complete me. Every second that rolled always taught anything. Every cut of the pen always means something. Nothing insignificant. All threaded be one, Me.



When a trip starts, You decide, happy or sad-end.