I love my blog like that of all those who have decided to open one. I find them highly personal, intimate, beautiful .... in all cases. I find it nothing short of bizarre how my blog can be clicked by a Chinese or a Brazilian or an African. I wonder what I can understand the crap I write on the blog but most of all I would like to know how they got there and what spitnti them to open multiple pages of this blog. I'll never answer this question or shyness or even Peerce and restores, Who have not got na bat, no one leaves messages and therefore can not be contacted. Another surprise is the amount of visitors that my diary, published in the first version on the forum TRIPLUCA has achieved: nearly 15,000. 14,864 visitors to be exact. I state that I had the impression of having badly written and so, like, a snowball's diary, that is, or what I thought I remembered, I wrote, without any form of care and grammar ..... and I assure you I grammatca of it should I eat and lots. The fact is that every time you touch the subject diary I appreciated and appreciation for what I wrote ..... I begin to believe it. Some time ago I just pushed by the siren song that were made about how I wrote my memories of the trip to Oz I had thought of writing a book on .... I do not know .... maybe I am convinced .. . or what do you think?
