few weeks ago I wanted to write an entry on auterretrato writings of Marilyn Monroe, words and feelings that go on sale this fall.
A book that will uncover some poems of this universal myth and reflect a great sadness.
Texts as
"Help!" I feel that life is about me when I just want to die "
" Cry-start and end in the air but what was in the middle?
"There is nothing to fear but fear itself"
The truth is that I do not think she liked to aerate his writings, notes, letters and poems he wrote in intimate moments ...
I've never been a big fan of Marilyn but the article I read in a weekly magazine captivated me.
One woman even though you have all the ingredients to be happy, it was a sad woman, a woman who is trying to find herself, with great sensitivity, intelligent and low autestima.
No man, no one could give him peace and happiness I needed. At 36 she was tired, too tired and trapped between the drop and the weight of bad fame.
This entry I would like to dedicate it to all women sad, tired and lonely ... especially one of my best friends that I have always in mind and I miss her and her sad loss (S NF)
A woman is not beautiful in their skin but by his scars.
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