According to Michael Ende, the reason for the man is in his quest to invent things and name them. Is one of those things you read when you are small and do not get the can out of my head, I mark. While philosophers of all times they split the coconut wondering about the reason for the existence of mankind, to give you the answer you on a plate: creating. Give a little of yourself for others to imagine and create in turn. It's an endless circle.
Ray Bradbury said something similar before leaving this world, we must place on record that we have passed it. You can raise a child, write a book, plant a tree or a painting, whatever, but so that, when you die, your soul goes to a part of this world has been touched by your hand.
So you have to imagine. There is much to create, and many ways to do so.
I have never thought about being an actress, or me in the least attracted fame or anything like that. But the other day I saw an ad in the bus Drama School. Today I made a casting for a cinematográfic short, I have not said what will be. I have completed the form, I acted and I left after the famous "I'll call you." To see if this week the damn phone rings ...
The other day I saw Limelight by Charles Chaplin.
Now I get my books old and leaves by strikethrough and daubed to decipher something I wrote at the time of study. With the Christmas holidays I have more time to write and draw (or try, because I had lost the pulse with the stylus).
I believe things because, if I did, I would drown.
Oh, and have knocked on my door. I do not know how he does it, but always I get pessimistic and I being impossible, I'm surprised. ^ _ ^ In the end, I'm complicated (sensei Ozymandias, if I'm that cryptic is your fault xD).
And the sweet melancholy of twilight, he will look in the eye and tell you he loves you ... (Glade).
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