The Unbearable Lightness of MySelf

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Maybe I can live without love, maybe I can't. Sometimes I know what I want and the rest I'm looking with my eyes the conquest of my obsession, smelling the scent of the rain, drawing the colors of the rainbow, wishing the impossible, singing with the mind, creating with a smile and writing for my life.
- Alberto Lizárraga


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I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.

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