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Back to the nonsense writing

It has been long time since the last time I posted, to long maybe. Write something during December and January was always in my To DO list, but, without realizing, it moved to the bottom of the list, and finally I didn't write anything saying "good bye to 2011" or "hello 2012."

Here I'm no back again with this nonsense writing. Promising myself that this year I will write more and will be more proactive about my artistic escapes ( drawing, writing, painting, acting...). Here I'm making a public statement about how this year I will do what ever it takes for reconnect with my muse, which I feel I've lost and miss SO much, because, thanks to her, I feel talented, different and alive. To do so, I came out with this brilliant idea: I have decide that the best way to write is writing, even if now more that before I will write about nothing! (like I'm doing it right now)

Dear reader: if in the past you have felt that this blog makes nonsense - plus is full with poor spelling or grammar- well I'll like to warn you now that it is possible that the nonsense will be soon even less relevant. Stay tuned and thanks for reading!

ps: I keep hoping the bad spelling and grammar improved a little bit in the near future, though!


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