The world is full of masks. Masks that smile while they cry, that cry while they smile, masks that we put on and that they put on us.
I also put on a mask every day, taking it off only in the night. And in that moment I look at myself, and I write.
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MASKS
It's not a book, nor a novel. I would define it as a collection of my stories, my tales, that help me cross t...
