Kazuya Louise

I don't know exactly when I came out of the dormant phase... I just know that it doesn't matter all the scribbles we've done or all the papers crumpled in the trash, because all the good text to be read before was a draft. And, as beautiful as it is, it is natural that, when rereading it, we perceive a word to be added, exchanged, excluded. The absence of a comma. The need for a point. A question that arises suddenly... To live is to remake one's own text many, countless, times. All I know is that I started to remember where heaven is and to realize that hell is where we live when everything is asleep. I'm coming out of my deserts. And looking, albeit timidly, at all the mirages, without so much contempt, understanding that there was a reason why they were exactly where I put them. No book, no sage, nothing could teach me what each one brought me and what, over time, I continue to learn from them. They say you can only understand some pieces of life by looking at them in hindsight. I think it's true.... I also know that I've begun to understand the respect and reverence that the human experience deserves. Realizing good things that went unnoticed during an entire sleep. And remembering what I'm doing here. Even if I don't. Although in the sleeping phase I allowed the day to day to get in the way. Even if, from time to time, he pretends to stay asleep. But I'm not in such a hurry anymore. I began to learn to be more gentle with my step. After all, there's nowhere to go but me. I am the traveler and the journey. I know that everything started to gain a new life, deep down, I already knew it, but I had forgotten what it was like. I started to wake up from the dormant phase that, with its hands made of fear and fog, made my soul shut up. And it was then that I began to hear the song of strength and tenderness that life has.

Kazuya Louise

Being visually impaired is not a weakness, nor an option. I was just born that way, but I'm a person like any other. I also have feelings and opinions, whether in politics or even in love. To lose a flaw, or a deficiency, or a negation, is always to lose. As much as it is painful and difficult to have a disability, the person himself is the one who will define your level of satisfaction with the world around him... And this is what I will tell you here, for you, only you, in my "diary ". My name? Hope.

Esta é uma história contada em 31 cartas, todas escritas na época natalina, sobre viajar num comboio muito especial, onde a magia acontece realmente. HISTÓRIA PARA ADOLESCENTES E GRAÚDOS

ANNA VESPERNew Author

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