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
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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