It's hard to stop complaining about almost everything that is surrounding me, it's the way they've told me to act, it's the way I've lived this 20 years of awarness, this 23 years of life. I remember my father back then, he was always telling us to read as much as our eyes last, and I believe him now, I know that those who read can write and those who write are able to spread their feelings in words.
But my speech today it's not about writing or telling phrases of my way of living. I will not talk about a weird Market 2 hours away, I would not talk about the same old story of Michael Jackson, I would not talk about Grandpa or Grandma- even though they deserve all of my blogspace- or dad or my sweet Carmina. Tonight the sky has brought me a warm package of stars that remain quiet taking good care of me, tonight Kevin Johansen is singing out loud from the main page of the site and I'm listening him while reflecting on my past.
It's such a great thing to have "Silvios" that make you stick to reality and real life within. It makes me want to grab my old piano and just whisper some old accords. But I know, it's been more than 13 years, I'll better keep listening to some good music while looking at myself and believing. It's for sure, destiny it's unpredictable, sometimes it's just playing "hide and seek".
