Le insté a que el amor es lo único que importaba, que si no se amaba él, ¿quién lo haría? Infundado por mis bonitas palabras al final salió del armario y escribió una bonita entrada en su blog de cómo una personita llegó a su vida, abrió un armario y enchufando con una linterna hacia dentro le sacó entre risas.
La vida es demasiado corta para acobardarse y si te acobardas, entonces puede ser demasiado larga para fustigarse.
I remember a few years ago, when I started with this writing. But not in this way, of course. Then started writing parodies of yaoi (for those who don't know, it's manga and their argument is love between men) I pipe I spent it going up chapters of the love between people of the same sex and the difficulties that used to be involved and also liked to my readers, specifically a boy in Palma de Mallorca, who one day asked me to msn (uy ,which old, Messenger lol) anyway, to my I fell great and we began a beautiful friendship. One day he told me that he was gay and that no one from your environment did not, I was a bit incredulous, slightly rebellious, but above all sooo loving. So I added two plus two and asked that if he liked my stories and even felt identified with any character, not you behaved as. At the end, and after the attitude and mind is the same.
I urged that love is the only thing that mattered, that if he did not love it, who it would? Unfounded by my beautiful words at the end came out of the closet and wrote a nice entry on his blog about how a little person came into your life, opened a closet and plugging a flashlight into brought him laughingly.
Life is too short to be afraid and if you're afraid to be you , it may be too long for chastising