The mood of Ms. Wilson developed its vital roots in the uncertainty and nell'irrequitezza. She watched herself, the steps taken, the sacrifices undertaken with no little courage and determination. Her eyes were framed his chubby face of a child, the girl dipped in mathematics books, fiction and romantic music ... but the first floor reserved for what she was now a woman. A woman with a mad desire to live his age, to follow his pace, his desires, all her instincts, hugging the heart, the whisper on the skin, ears, the sight ...
She was this.
could not live up to those other tracks.
said goodbye to that beautiful, brilliant and alive had lived up to that day.
Would not have lost, now flowed in his veins, he breathed in its pores, without exception ...
He would simply lived in another scenario, with other players, with the possibility, this time to give each thing the right space, its importance.
No more compromises.
's so who had decided to become a woman ... aware of the uncertainty of the boundary between pleasure and pain.
