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Hey, I'm Chiara!
Brescia, Lombardia, Italy · Member since December 2010

I'm Chiara and I'm from Italy!
I have many stories to tell. Always.
I like complete sentences, security deed, finding oneself through others, the reality.
Loyalty and honesty.
I support justice. I pledge to respect and trust in 'to be respected as human being imperfect.
I like to search for the dream in rigor, in the color white, the word in the wind.
I like poetry, in every form, the art in every place. They are attracted by the sun and heat, from the sky and the sea, the sand in the hands of children by building, from scratch with the greats.
I love the old days, because I always seem to have a fragment in the heart.
I'm fascinated by the cultures, I love travel ... the smell of wet ground when like in Paris in October, fishing in the Maldives, the cerveza in Mexico etc

I like take pictures to the details of an individual's heart bumped.
I like to celebrate my birthday blowing out candles because I always feel a little bit a little girl growing up.
I like to keep a balance between losses and the desire to start. I love learning, but withoud too much effort.
I love the smell of coffee in the morning and the air of spring grass.
I stink beetles, because they go too fast, they are tough and antennas bastard when I crush them! ...
I often like drinking from the same glass, and after a hard day Clik "Stop system," kiss my dog ​​between the eyes, light incense, watching the clouds from the window, talking to myself when I feel compelled to do so, turn up the volume in the car when I like a song.
I do not like the bathroom of the train, but if I need, I do not hesitate to go there.
I annoy intolerance, ignorance and if the grass is too high in the garden.
I like thinking that the feeling is the guide, but the reason the road (I have not yet successfully put into practice my theory). I think New York is a text with no punctuation.
I always go to whatch me in the mirror to see if maybe crying when we grow up,is different , but nothing ... is always the same: it always cries as we did as children. It 'a certainty. I like the ethnic style. And my friends. And the world!

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