Vanity .... vain have been ever since as a child .. when seeing the film, I learned that the princesses before going to sleep
brush their hair and spray two drops of perfume on her neck .. so I took that habit ..
I was only 3 years when one night after making my ritual ran to the terrace to make you feel at my father
new perfume that I sprayed on the neck .. but stumbled and took three points on my eyebrow ..
Even now when I look in the mirror that scar, which I cover carefully with a pencil, I remember as a child
had proof that the conquest of a man causing injuries ... Over time
sembrai forget this lesson and I opened my heart to people that caused me in the eye
wounds less obvious but more profound, piercing ... those wounds that led me to be today what are or appear ...
the boundaries between the image we want to give, that others will approach and what we are really really thin ..
I tried to build a strong personality in opposition to that of my mother .. not tolerate her being a victim of events ..
and maybe I was to pay no more tears of her .. but always in secret ..
I always smile at everything before .. I fell but my recovery time was fast .. Not wanting to show my soul
I began to treat my body .. and so early care of my hair, my hands .. accessories trend ..
whimsical to small details. .. And That's why I notice most people .. for my hair clean and plate
for my cherry red gel casting, my designer bags, for my apparent carelessness and inability to love someone outside of myself
..
tell me anything but the few people who have managed to go beyond .. I learned to my heart open to those capable of
make a great initial effort and the true love Valeria showing real interest to know ..
The very few men who were beside me I miss .. even those that I have seriously injured
taking advantage of the knowledge of my weaknesses, and knowing exactly where to hit .. this is the risk of opening .. and unfortunately I have also made serious errors of assessment
..
And yet I continue to smile .. to laugh at myself and others ..
I laugh at those who think me self-centered airhead .. laugh at men who seek me and who I escape .. game to make his prey when I know perfectly
to take control of the situation because I'm not involved .. I laugh at myself when I put up in the morning and trinkets
mask and showed me the world ... smile to life and his extraordinary strength ... the one force able to make me fall in love one more time ...
and smile despite the new injury .. this time were not intentional ... that makes me cry before the inability to be able to do something ..
But I smile anyway .. for emotions .. for what look deeper than ever look at me as I .. for that smile at the same time
me and troubles me .. cheers that I cared for those he shakes hands .. for that voice that makes me tremble for him ..
I had the good fortune to know and observe in silence ...
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