“Platero has come back!” Beneath it is Moguer, white and golden. “There it is, first and foremost, Platero, the child donkey that understood the children so well. Who, like them, looked at the world with its big eyes, awed and pure. Who, nonetheless, Miss Domitila did not allow to go to school because she, despite knowing so much about arithmetic and dictionary definitions, had allowed her heart to become arid and knew nothing about tenderness or friendship.” 

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 My name is Lúcia. I am from Brasil.

Hello there !

I won't try to lost readers in complicated technical stuff, but really, GNU/Linux is a great system when you have to use languages with non-roman alphabet. Actually, I refresh my Russian skills (and, believe me, I'm really rusty !) and begin to learn Japanese.

Hi, my name is Marco, I live in Buenos Aires, I'm a cinematographer and I want to tell you about what do you need to write a script. When you write a script you are writing about the live of a person and of course that person is not alone in the world. You have to know how work the psychology of your character and how that character make relationships with the other persons in your story. Is not only the relationship of that character with the other people, is the relationship with his environment and his world.

I think about a happiness lately. Is it to get more money, to have a family, to eat delicious food? A figure of happiness is different between each others. It is crucial to percieve own happiness at present. Are you happy?

私は幸せについて最近考えます。それは多くのお金を得ることですか、家族を持つことですか、おいしい食べ物を食べることですか。幸せの形は人それぞれによって異なります。大事なことは現在幸せと感じているか、ではないでしょうか。あなたは幸せですか。

Have you ever deprived yourself of What you like? Have you ever let somewhere you felt safe? Have you ever lied to yourself? Maybe it's time to be more honest with ourselves.

It was the voice of the angels traversing swiftly through the space, arriving to the world. Afterwards resounded the faraway anthems of the seraphim choirs. A thousand simultaneous anthems, which, mingling with each other, formed a single anthem. This composite anthem, nonetheless, was nothing but the accompaniment of a strange melody that seemed to hover over that sea of mysterious echoes, like the mist hovers over the waves of the ocean.  Then some of the anthems disappeared. Then some others. The music was becoming simpler.

Every week a Spanish teacher brings to workplace teach spanish language. I don’t participle the classes, but I am admired by teacher. It’s beautiful and elegant person, that every time that speak sound look music in my ears. She dresses like Spanish typical clothes with clothes colorful and red. In the class are four students, all women. I already did class of Spanish and I already knew a little. My afraid is that I begin the class and that this admiration finish, its a love platonic.

I’ve had a hard time regainingmy writing habits.

Moved by the grotesque and horrific nature of the scene, the Minister, abandoning his customary alarm and restlessness, erupted into a guffaw, which was promptly answered by a laugh that was slight, aerial, and childish, and in which, with a shuddering heart, he recognized little Pearl’s voice. “Pearl. Pearl”, he exclaimed, and afterwards he added, “Esther. Esther Prynne. Are you there?”. “Yes, I am Esther Prynne”, a voice replied. A certain amount of surprise was perceivable in said voice.