The night slowly evaporating,
laying on your face happy shadows.

Calm is the invitation of the moon,
sighs whispers in the breeze,
draw on your body the clouds.

Come to mind memories,
the days that we have collected.

On your skin it is over the sky,
gone is any sign of the time,
any semblance of pain.

The fresh air,
the only voice,

your hands seem to wake up
looking for stars to embrace in silence.

I'm from to Spain but I'm living in Ireland for four months. I live in a small town near the Cork. I have never like town because you need transport for go to the city later, and if you can't a car or other transport is complicate meet with the people for the night. I had that problem in Spain and I have that problem here. But it's ok, I lilke this! The people are very nice, but I only see or children or older... What's happen whit the boys/girls of my age?

I am flight attendant i work at the airport, i love to swim at night and read psychology books, i like listen to music in English such as pop, rock and clasic music,i love go to cinema to see comedy or romantic films. in the morning usually go to gym,i think the excersise is very important to be healthy also is important the feeding to eat vegetables and fruits and drink a lot of water.

Transmilenio

These are all meaning the same?

1. All friends has a glass.

2. Every friends has a glass.

3. Each friends has a glass.

Sweet is the desire,
insatiable shadows,
ambitions quarries,
full of truth and deception.

The night sleeping into the bed of rust and dust,
in front of the limit,
She quenches thirst,
She mitigates air sighs.

There is a strong desire,
the meat turns into gray together,
It makes ourselves helpless.

Hello Artur,

I am sorry for not writing earlier, but I have been very busy with my University’s works. Thanks so much for this amazing five months. I have spent a wonderful time with you. I have improved a lot my English and I have enjoyed to share with you all the activities we have done. That journey to the lake was unforgetting. However, I am not referring only the special moments we had, I am really glad to have known you.

A black flower rots in your belly,

It grew up in the darkness and in the shadow,

in the silence next to the bed.


The light that made the birth of sterile flowers

is the blind nature of the mortal consciousness.


Sadly dull green fields,

bloom at the eye's windows.


A glow of light illuminates the ghostly face,

fragments of delirium in the grimly sky,

You think you get up from the dead,

not to fall to the ground like dust,

Three in the morning and the mind starts to kick ,

the carousel of thoughts closes its doors ,

the eyes are flashing lights ,

shutters torn , windows left open .



Fumes ink darken the sky ,

the skin is stretched like a drum donkey ,

syntax decomposes ,

the colors are solution solvent.



Strained molecules on the wall ,

face as white as a ghost ,

dreams that remove the desire ,

stale air in nightmares with open eyes .

I would like to start my own cram school for school children. However, my spouse doesn't understand it at all.I am not sure how I can get his cooperation. I think it is necessary that I need his help and cooperation for my dream. Although I want to use a room in my house, he doesn't like it. The first step to get his convince, I need to draw a business plan. How I can sucess, no risk which I lose my money.