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Hey! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I visited all your blogs, but because of my birthday my everyday schedule has been… disturbed and I need a few more days to get back to my routine.
Anyway, here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:
Everything has an end. But Lyna wished her childhood had never ended.
Happy Labour Day everyone!
This week’s Picture it & Write comes a little earlier this week, because there’s going to be a surprise on Friday 
So stay tuned!
All right, so without delay, enjoy my contribution:
Come to the ocean of love…
My ears sprang up; I put down my cup of tea and daily newspaper and reached out to the radio.
…seven seas…
I turned up the volume.
Come to the ocean of love…
I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:
“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”
Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.
This week’s Picture it & Write:
“Can you braid my hair, please?”
Ciara grinned at her mother and widened her eyes in the way that would make any glacier melt. She knew that she was doing this every morning and that every morning she would be late to school because of this.
Hi everyone! 
Here’s this week’s Picture It & Write:
In a parallel world,
Where animals would talk,
Where we would live by night and sleep by day,
And girls and boys would be equal in any way.
Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write 
and my contribution:
To accept what you are, is to welcome all your qualities and flaws, telling them that it’s all right for them to exist, although some can lead to your downfall while others can put you up on a pedestal.
Here’s my contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write Enjoy:
My gloves, my pearls… My ballerina shoes. I left them all behind as I lead myself away from the life I had had to endure.
Indeed, it was over…
It’s Friday! Yeah! So as promised, here’s my weekly contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write:
Falling in love… who would ever want to even fall?
It seems like walking without looking at your feet, with the unconscious knowledge of the destination, and then suddenly, there’s a precipice.
And you fall.
Another Picture it & Write! And my contribution to this week’s picture…
The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet…
Tracy thought that she had never met such a man as Kev. To any girl of the school, he was just like any other guy: not too muscular, nor too fragile; not too keen on sports, nor too geeky; not too handsome, nor too disgusting. He had plain dark eyes and hair, and his dressing code was rather the same every day: a boring T-shirt and a used pair of jeans.
Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write, and my contribution:
Dear An Evil Nymph,
I am sick. Sick and tired of this life. A thousand years had passed since I was born as a vampire. No, I was bitten, like everyone else. I was only a baby at that time. Left to myself.
Here’s this week’s contribution to Picture it & Write:
I stared at the starry night that offered this last day of the year. All my people were in joy, in celebration. It would be soon the end, yet the beginning. No one and nothing would dare miss this day, this hour. All the stars were present. All the colours in the sky as well: blue, purple, red, pink…
Midnight would soon strike.
So this is Christmas…
But what have you done?
That night I saw an angel fall from the sky. Her golden hair gradually lost its shine as she reached the ground. Her beautiful white gown was stained with dirt. I could not see her eyes or her face, but I knew that she was the loveliest thing that could ever exist on Earth. She looked so fragile and innocent.
I’m slowly getting back to blogging after an awesome weekend at the Tamassa hotel, and I’m soon getting back to visiting your blogs.
Meanwhile, here’s a poem of mine that I wrote not too long ago, which basically on the idea that perfection doesn’t exist, not even in Heaven.
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A Two-Faced Heaven
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The doors to Heaven open to a white light
Blinding; angels of perfection
Pouring a liquor of bliss and bright
Pride into our hearts and soul.
Some great expectation
And excellence is believed to be in our control.
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