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Registered: 05-06-08
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Hi. I am Ana, am of Portugal and have 22 years. Since small that always I liked tattoos, in the land where I always grew I saw hippies to arrive with tattoos for all the body and I got passionate myself for them. Taste does not stop showing to the others but yes to mark the body with the history of my life, with important moments or places and pains that make of me who are. I drew now what in the height it would be a sketch of my first tattooing with 4 years, I passed that it to my body was pretty. I do not have more tattoos because I do not have money to make it, but try to join money. I now go to count a little of my life to try to perceive the meaning of my tattooing that stops me would be a dream if it was made by you. But unhappily I do not have money nor to make nor to dislocate me for there (Miami). I was born in a rich family and with mine 12 years we are without anything. When it had 6 years my father, the person most important of my life, had a cerebral vascular accident and from I started there to suffer very, for moreover years later it made two transplants and it finished also for having one grave pulmonary problem,. Being that in, mainly I had to deal with it. To mine 13 years my brother started to cause problems, to it was diagnostic schizophrenia. Since there that it beats to me, I was times without account to stop to the hospital, try myself to violate and ruined my infancy. Since that there alive with fear and a very great trauma. My life started to be to treat and to protect my father who many times was hospitalized, to enter and to leave house because to be spanked. Between policy, court and everything this nightmare my mother became in a person me, badly treated me and sincerely nor valley the penalty to continue. Of a happy life I started to live a horror frightens that me until today. I was married 18 years with a person who not valley the penalty, unhappily, I did not know very of the world nor of the life, at least the good part. I had in one of the worse schools of my inserted city in a social quarter (drugs, small pregnant, etc.….) Always I tried and I continue to try to be better of what I am, I always help who I can and I am defender of the animal rights being that if it could would have all the dogs badly treated in house. My father who always was everything of good how much I had, die to one year and way, is an unimaginable pain. I also know that people exist who suffer much more from what I but… I counted this small summary of my life to explain the tattooing that would like to make one day. Two hands one with a photo mine to cry blood with a scene for backwards in shades of somebody lying thing in the soil leading spanked, attacked with notes, guidelines and exertions of music letters, because it is the music that still me of the spirit the life. In the other joined hand I and my father forever with reasons for backwards aboriginals among others and in the way between the two hands, as that they were had to catch in it, a flower of Lotteries. It liked that this tattooing was created a little for you all, each one creating what better it knows to make. I find that it would go to be pretty. They forgive for my bad English, I love your work, you are excellent artists and obliged for reading this message. Kisses, peace, luck and love for all you. Ana Mafalda 06-05-2008 Setúbal, Portugal
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