A phone call

A telephone call

When I began this experience, the first comments also arrived.

Reither I remember a friend’s telephone call:

Me) helloooo, how are you? Did you read my blog? What do you think about?

Her) why are you doing this?

🤔 in the five seconds later, you don’t know what to do: close the call, tell to her to go to hell or simply think that she didn’t read anything.

Anyway in every case I thought only this:

Masini’s song 😳 : “why are you doing this 🎶…desperate woman of mine 🎵…”

I didn’t feel desperate at all but my starting enthusiasm had gone down, so I decided to answer.

Me) I love you too! Thank you! I liked to share a story and I stood up for it, due to the social era we living in.

Her) you are always the same idealist, dreamer…there are million of women posting their pictures with their outfits and tell me why they should follow you.

Me) you’re right and probably more beauty and famous than me. But I have value too.

I think everyone should have the chance to self express with good manners and respect. Why do you give yourself limit? I’m so happy to do this!!! And I believe on it. So…..did you read my posts?

Her) I didn’t have time but certainly I will.

You know, probably you won’t find wished answers from the others, sometimes from closest people too.

You can easily get comments but not always appropriate.

Actually this is the point, when you are on the move the dust lift-off and in that moment you need too hold breath and go on in what you believe.

During this day without the game, I decided to have a phone call to a lovely person and for 12 minutes I repeated to ask her how she was, if I could do something for her and most of all that I loved her.

The twelve minutes were still living!