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Scars

Today is one of those days long ago could not have.
Today seems a good day for navel gazing.

Finally a Sunday to watch the roof to fix my nails, exfoliate the body, hac er a scalp massage, walking barefoot all day. A day for me.

In this I am when I see some subtle marks on my legs, I can not remember the where vi enen, outputs of the hill most likely, look at my knee and there is this almost imperceptible scar left when he fell while playing in the pool my cousin's school, hopefully he was 10. I watch myself in the mirror and my face is a small brand ... "Crystal Death", I remembered. I lift my shirt and my stomach, the other trace remains of those days full of grains, with piece in the dark and sicker of the weeks of boredom that plague it. Turning my hand and is I hated that scar as a child and left after the corner of the iron curtains to live out my hand, I remembered how non-stop bleeding and the frightened face of my father to see the mess I made in a couple of minutes .

Scars ... marks left on our skin product of any particular event.

Over time, I discovered that I love the subtle scars. I have a particular weakness for those smaller brands, brands with history. Those products, children's games are my favorite.

I love ob preserve a small scar "He, watch them with arrest, feel them, count them, memorize them again and again ask what story keeps each of them. Over time, some become my favorites, and others prefer not to recall them, ignore them ... just forget they exist.

Something similar happens with tattoos, I like their stories, their memories, their meanings, even though it is likely that the next day and forget them, but I love coming back to discover them.

In this I am recalling marks, scars and tattoos that have been stored in memory and in the skin, and I can not help but think of others that I knew inside, those not seen but certainly have been reflected in my own history.