MeetingMarta

I'll never forget the day that I met myself, it was a long time ago, I saw a little strange shape full of hair, with an angry face.
And I thought "Why is it so sad?"...Days passed, years passed and that shape was still sad. One day the shape found a pencil and a slip of paper on the table and started to write. Day after day the shape went on writing and a smile began to appear on the face. Then the shape stopped writing and looked at the slip. There was a long story written on and a picture of a beautiful girl.
From that moment the shape recognized in that girl herself. And in that moment I met myself, because I started to be myself through writing. This is the story of my first travel, a travel that i continue every day inside my soul.