…once upon a time, a man found a rock. he did not realized how important was that rock for him until one day, when he got out with it in his pocket. all his friends were astonished. they had never seen such a special possession. it was seemingly clear that the man was reach, but he did not admit being so. he decided to take advantage of the fact of having an unique rock: he learned to protect it, to keep it safe in a secret place, and even tried to sing for it.
now, the man is old enough to share the rock with those around him…
i have now decided to share my rocks with you…the one that keeps telling me “you’re funny, but not enough to make me laugh”, the one that “googles” for nothing, the one that stands in front of the mirror, drowning his sorrow in the depth of the image he sees. i have to tell you today you’re beautiful, i love you, and i respect you; i hate you , and i envy you for what you did for others.
this is THE BOOK. and you are allowed to listen my story, to participate in the writing of it.~~enjoy~~
