Friday, February 18, 2011

and it just fades away..

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, 
the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. 
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Ι wish I were again the 7-year-old girl with the dirty-blonde hair and the bright smile
, who wanted to become a ballerina.
I would have taken another part in my life, i wouldnt be so ashamed of me right now.

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