The first time I wrote almost because I had to was last November, the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for the closest friends) and I cannot say that I didn't enjoy the feeling and the overall experience. But I've always been a poet, moved by the moods that many times abandoned me in the coldest places, in the darkest rooms, in the worst ( Read more... )

I now sit on the corner of my room, facing my bed and the rest of my messy room ( Read more... )

I feel relief for finally having no more exams, but at the same time I need to know my grade so I can really be completely relaxed and sure I achieved what I'm expected to ( Read more... )

Your 2005 Song Is
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There's an amazing site (www.pandora.com ( Read more... )

It's a perfect night outside: warm, quiet and a violent wind blowing. I remember this nights back home - sign of storm ( Read more... )

It is just a word! I may be due to long exposure to the sun and refers to the resulting skin injury ( Read more... )

I was writing yesterday in one of my many journals that today was going to be a new day. I should say to all that know me less (all of you reading this words) that my way of facing life is as complicated than it seems, but one thing is very straight forward: Tomorrow is a new day ( Read more... )

always another day coming always an old day behind. Will it rain? Nah... Will it snow? Maybe ( Read more... )

I'm a new guy, in a new country with a different way of living, cold like hell (but isn't hell hot?), and you know what? I'm loving it ( Read more... )