I’m a sensitive person but I hardly show it.
Sometimes the words jump out of my mouth and I just can’t hold them.
I like the sound of the pouring rain during the night and the singing birds in the morning.
I love my son’s laugh and my mother’s food.
For me, love at first sight is beautiful, but I’ve learned it’s not the only one. True love can be built.
From my father I took the bad temper and the apparent distraction; from my mother, passion and doubts.
I like fruit in all stages, they got their own beauty in each one; but I do prefer de mature ones.
