July 14, 2014
I am writing randomly and most of the time it is a poem in my native language (Russian). It is a struggle for me to write in English, even though, I catch myself thinking in English more often than in Russian. It seems that, what comes out from the depth of my soul, does not want to adapt another language :)))
Let me put it this way. When my mom reads my poems, she calls me crying, thinking that I am going through the toughest time in my life.. I sincerely smile: "Mom, everything is good"!
Hello to everyone! I am a secret admire of all the writers out there, those who made it and those who try..