Words, words, words

My husband once told me his favourite quote, from Shakespeare or so (my bad memory) :

“- What is that you’re reading, Master?

– Words, words, words….”

Words to a story is like jewels to a lady. It’s ornamental, it’s delicious to look at and it draws admiration.

But it can’t turn an ordinary women into a bella. No matter how elaborated it can be.

A beauty queen is magnetic, even when she’s naked.


Having said that, and knowing it’s true, still i wish ‘If only….’




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