INTRODUCTION:
I'm Italian,if I make some mistakes it would be nice you to tell me.
Feedback and critics are always welcomed.
Let me not
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Love's not love,which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to the remove.
Oh no! It's an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and it's never shaken
It is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth's unknow altought his eye be taken.
Love's not time's fool,through rosy lips and cheeks,within his bending cycle's compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ,nor no man ever loved
I spent half my life thinking about what to do in my future.
What would be better for me? What wouldn't?
Will I ever marry? Will I ever find a man to spend the rest of my life with?
The last two questions were not so much important for me that time,of course because I hadn't yet met him.
The others,well, were just a kind of ritual every people do in a certain moment of their life,or,in other cases like me,every fucking time they went to bed.
I'm not here to wonder about philosophy,that I've always labeled as useless in general terms.
Indeed what I want to do is writing a kind of resume of my life 'till now. Hope you'll enjoy it.
