When I was just a baby my mother's smile, voice and smell were my entire world.. When I was just a child my street and my neighbourhood were all I knew , stories and fantasies were mixed with reality & I had my own beautiful small world.. When I was just a teenager secret loves and poems made my days, my world was the town where he lived and the touch of his hand & long conversations were everything that mattered to me..but now that I grew up nothing of these matters anymore...my town is too small for me, my country is not my home anymore, it's like I don't know where my soul is anymore.. and the entire world is not enough for me! OM
