FAREWELL I WAKE UP , I OPEN MY EYES, AND IN MY MIND EXIST ONLY ONE THOUGHT :...... WELL IT´S OVER... IS A FEELING WITH TWO FACES,ONE IS HAPINES...
Destacado hacia tierras desconocidas, con sonidos contundentes, allá parte un valeroso guerrero. Sus armas están en su cabeza, no en sus manos, pue...
La última película del director y guionista XAVI PUEBLA , se presentó ayer en rueda de prensa con los artistas de la película, Ana Fernández ,Lluís...
BLOG IS CLOSING DOWN! Let's be brutally honest - no-one ever gave a damn about this blog. That's why I've decided to leave it. I'll consider whether to delete the information I've posted so far or not, but I'm NOT updating anymore. The Spanish version will st...
Although I'll probably be posting the next chapter in a few hours, I take a break from Inner Desires (from which I've already uploaded 10 chapters, written about 18 and translated 14) to talk about something a bit different. This post will be especially dedicated to ...
*sigh* As the guy who gave the graduation speech said - is there anything more sincere than a sigh? I don't think any other sound could describe my feelings better at this moment. I warn you - what you should expect from me today is a very emotional entry full of son...
Here are some pictures of some of the people I mentioned in my last entry. My choir buddies :) David and Natalie Ollie (the keyboard player) and Ross Andy and Patrick (our director) The boy and girls from County Amsterdam ;) Annuska, Cristian and me ...
On Friday (yesterday) we had a small farewell party because it was the last day of the intensive course. By the way, we're taking the DSH exam on Wednesday, fingers crossed! After having lessons from 9 to 11, the teacher left us alone so that we could prepare the pa...
Qué te puedo decir que sucede esta semana, estoy confundida, tengo ansiedad, un poco de estrés por el trabajo,pero lo más importante es que se me va de la ciudad alguien muy importante... Aún recuerdo como no me agradaba para nada, (ahora sólo me agrada un poquito...
* GRITA * AMOR, LLEGADO QUE HAYAS a mi fuente lejana, cuida de no morderme con tu voz de ilusión: que mi dolor oscuro no se muera en tus alas, que en tu garganta de oro no se ahogue mi voz. , Amor - llegado que hayas a mi fuente lejana, sé turbión que desu...
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