Sometimes I wonder how many versions of me exist. The one who smiles in front of the camera, which is lost in his thoughts when no one sees it, the one who plays with the words to enchant strangers. What is the true one?Maybe all and none. We build ourselves from what we show and what we hide. Who am when the screen goes out? And who is you when nobody looks at you?Perhaps, in the end, we are only reflexes of what others see in us. ??
