For me, memories are like paintings where I am the painter.
In this way, I draw my emotions, first depicting them and then analyzing them in a detached way, as if I were a spectator.
It is certainly not an easy task.
Sometimes it is painful, sometimes it makes me smile.
But it never bores me.
And if I can convey some emotion to those who read me, if I can show my colors, invisible, then I am sure that I have learned to paint.
