Hi dear readers, you are very welcome, I wrote this chronicle because some people questioned me and I decided to respond in the best way I know, writing, I hope you enjoy a tight hug Lola..
I don’t believe that having a college dignifies me to be a writer or not, of course I don’t despise whoever is graduated, but I don’t believe that’s what makes anyone a writer or not, because in my humble opinion, not wanting or being the owner of the truth, the act of writing is a skill, just like drawing, the more you write the better it gets. So no, I’m not a graduate, but I believe I have a way with words, because it’s through them that I can express myself, I may not be the best writer in the world, or even less famous, but that doesn’t take away my freedom to write, put my paranoias out to anyone who feels invited to read. I remember writing poetry in my adolescence, unfortunately at that time I wasn’t aware that I would have liked to keep my first poems, they went away with time along with my innocence when I grew up and she becomes a dreamy girl but now an adult, with responsibilities as such , to become independent, to have a profession, the truth is that I’m still trying to find myself, if I lost myself laughter, I don’t know, I just don’t know if I can live from writing or eventually I’ll have to “grow up” make a decision in my life, I just know that whether or not writing for me is like breathing and honestly I can’t stop, but old lady writing my last poems in an old notebook, even if it’s for me to read, or whoever wants to. Do you remember me.