INTO THE WILD

I'm so excited because four days ago, my baby arrived at home. Now, it's official. I've got the book “Into the wild”, in English. I have to wait until the summer arrives, because now I'm to busy with the school stuff. But I'm sure: The book is gonna be with me every day of this summer, and I want to read it, and read it, and read it again.

Moreover, I've found a perfect summer job. I'm going to work at the scuba diving center as the underwater-photographer. I'm so happy about that, because I'm gonna work on something that I really love. 

Letters to heaven

Dear mum;

I'm packing up my things. Some clothes, my toothbrush, one book for reading while we are on the road, my camera... When everything is ready, I finally go to sleep. Tomorrow starts our little adventure, road ahead. I can't wait for it.

The guys picked me up at nine o'clock at my house. We arrived to our destiny 4h later. The roadtrip has been amazing. We sing a lot of songs because Marco, who plays the guitar, brought his songs to the trip. He wanted to show them to us. All were love songs. Marco is the romantic friend, so his love songs were not a surprise. 

I really miss you. I'm doing it, mum. The adventure just started. 

PS: I love you.

PIECES

Waiting under the moon's sight. It's like time has been stopped. I just wanna go far away. I just wanna lose myself, road ahead.

That amazing feeling, when you can't stop thinking about that short escape. Yeah, maybe it's too much short. But that's better than nothing. And besides it, I'm pretty sure that seeing her, hugging her, traveling with her special family will be fantastic.

He was in her room by the first time. The guy just looked the big map above her bed. In the map, there were some red little thumbtacks. He smiled to her.

She's awake. She's still awake. She misses him by her side. The bed is too big without him. She can't understand why him. She hates that drunk driver, she hates the wet highway, she hates death. 

Endings meaning startings

Okay. I'm just too sleepy. I can't believe it! We are on our final exams. Yeah. Stressed, nervous, anxious, needing to sleep like for one week at least. Everything is messed up in my head. What I've done, what I have to do, what I need to think about (basically, about what can I do after ending my school year)... Well. Pretty annoying, and probably the worst two weeks of my entire life. All the pressure, the classes, the exams... It's like if I hadn't time to even breath.

But in the other hand... All this endings, mean starting. Yeah. Summer is starting. A new life is starting. New motivations, new people, new places, new experiences... Waiting for me. I just need to survive these two hard weeks, and then... SUMMER PARADISE. Just the sun, the sea and me. It sounds like heaven, doesn't it?

The rain song

It's a rainy day. I can feel the smell of rain stocking my pale skin. The street is empty and I love that... I'm listening The Rain Song of Lez Zeppelin.  The song's lyrics are beautiful, and very special. I walk this empty street, full of puddles. My shoes are wet and my feet are cold, but I like this feeling. The cold reminds me that is winter is coming, but I'm okay with that. I enjoy every season of the year. I decide to go back home. I want to watch a movie, with popcorn and with my cozy blanket. 

SAMANTHA

The sound of my phone, wakes me up. What time is it? I don't know. I open the closet, and I put on my blue jeans, my white sweater and my converse. I take my camera and I go to the kitchen, where my mum is having breakfast. 

- Good morning sweetie! 

- Good morning mum. I'm going to take a walk. See you later!- I shout while I'm opening the door. 

The street is plenty of people, each one with it's own thoughts. I walk between them, without destination. I take some different photos, but I'm not inspired, so I decide to go to the beach. The beach is empty, because the winter is coming. I'm bored, so I sit down in the cold sand.

 I'm taking photos of the ocean, when I listen a voice whispering next to me: "Good one". I turn my head to the left and then I see him. A boy, 18 years old more or less, dark-haired, with the darkest eyes I ever seen.

- Thanks, but I don't speak with strangers. So go away, please. Don't disturb me.

- Woooow. I only want to say you that I think that you are a very good photographer... But it doesn't matter. Bye Sam.

Wait, wait, wait. How can this boy know my name? I don't understand anything. When I try to ask him how he know my name, he's not there.

NIGHTMARE

I'm afraid. I don't understand anything. I need you, but you don't need me. I'm lost in a thick forest. I wear black shorts, with a dirty white T-shirt. I find a stream, and I cross it. My clothes and my worn out converse are wet. I have cold. I run. But then, in front of me, I see a little girl. She has blond long hair, pale skin, and she wears a pretty white dress. She gets close to me. Slowly. I fall on my knees. She raises her hand, and caresses my face. She gives me the most beautiful smile that I never seen. But then, her face becomes horrible. Her skin is rotten, and she is crying. Her tears are blood. She screams my name, and her voice is very low. I am scared. She hold my arm, and stain me of blood.

 I open my eyes. I'm in my bed-room. It was a nightmare. I wake up and I go to my bathroom. I wash my face, and I see that. 

My arm is spotted with blood.

Staring at the Sun

Here I am. Oh... the best place in the world. It's magic: the sound of the sea, the sound of the seagulls, the water touching my barefooted feet.

I'm so happy. I feel the sun caressing my cheeks. The summer just begin, and it means: RELAX, FREEDOM, HAPPINES... No more exams, no more homework, no more oral presentations. JUST RELAX.

I'm sitting on the sand, forgetting all my problems. But suddenly, one pretty little girl says to me:

- Hello!

She is blonde, pail, with enormous blue eyes... Her long blonde hair reminds me the sun. She's like a little angel.

- Sun, please! Don't disturb this girl! - Shouts her mother.

Sun. Her name is SUN. Isn't it Ironic. She gives me the biggest smile that I ever seen. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

It will be a different summer. It will be THE SUMMER. I know that because the Sun had smiled me.

The girl that made her home between the books.

From my point of view, there is a reason for everything. All the people you meet along your life teaches you something. There are people who teaches you that you can't trust nobody. But there are people who teaches you a lot of good things.

Three years ago I met a different kind girl. She thinks that each one of us are good. But the society sully this goodness. And she didn't had an easy kind of life. But she's a fighter, and really strong.

Lyla is an artist. She paints, she plays the guitar, and she writes. Creativity is her second surname. Well... She writes the best little stories of the whole world. She inspires other people with it's own inspiration. She transform the normal onto the spectacular.

Well... She's an intelligent, pretty, interesting, mysterious, and different girl. She made her home between the books. I'm sure that she is gonna be a famous writer of best sellers.

Therapy

Some days you need to get lost. You need to forget who you are. You need to be another person with no problems, with another thoughts. So, you can watch a movie or read a book. Or you can watch a lot of movies and also read a lot of books. 

This weekend, I needed this kind of days. Maybe you don't understand it. Maybe you think I’m a little bit crazy. But it was a perfect weekend. Just me, my PC, my cozy blanket and my coffee in my bed-room. It's the kind of things that can save you from yourself. 

Opinion essay: Chance and love versus prenuptial agreements.

 I can't talk about the advantages of signing a prenuptial agreement, basically because I think that's something stupid. The idea of signing a prenuptial agreement attempts against love. It doesn't matter if it's practical because in my opinion, it absolutely breaks the magic of love.

What is a relationship without discussion? You can't agree with every thing. And when you love someone,  the disagreement are something that have to be overcomed by the couple.

So a prenuptial agreement is stupid because if you love the other person it will be useless and if you stop loving him you have to face it.

Let's made it up with love.

Yesterday was St Valentine's day. I tend to hate all the commercial days like Black Friday, for example. So my opinion about St Valentine's day couldn't be different.

Maybe I hate it the most. Why? Well... because it's one more commercial day made up with love, and is not the lover's day. It's a commercial excuse to sell stupid and useless things and also, too sell out the people who don't believe in this mind control but that has to buy something to the manipulated person she/he loves.

I know what you are thinking about. No, I've no boyfriend. But it's not because I'm single that I hate St Valentine's day. I'm sure that me and my future boyfriend will be a perfect couple against the materialism and the consumerism who will stay at home to watch a film and eat popcorn. 

When words fail, music speaks...

And suddenly my mind turned black. No words. No thoughts. Just nothing. My heart was broken. Broken in thousand pieces. He never loved me. He never owned to me. But he was an important piece in my stupid puzzle called life. Not an unremarkable piece. Of course, in a puzzle all the pieces are important. But he was the last one. The last piece that would complete my puzzle, my life.

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She was brushing her teeth when he knocked the door. She, impatiently, went to open it. The guy smiled at her, and when he was going to say hello, the girl grabbed the guy's hand, and guided him through her house up to her bed-room.

To be continued... 

If you could read my mind

Sitting in my bed, with the PC above my sun-kissed legs, trying to write my thoughts, trying to explain my feelings to the world. But after 20 minutes, the page it's still empty.

I need to collect my thoughts. But I can't, because my mind is a mess. So I go to the kitchen to take some cold tea (tea always helps to order my shambles).

When I return to my bed-room, my mind is still a mess, and I can't find the words to express myself. I turn off the computer and in a rush I put on my converse, I take a sweater and I escape.

Taken by me

Step by step I arrive to my lovely ocean. There, I put my shoes off and I walk along the seashore. The caress of the water in my barefooted feet provokes me shivers. I just look to the skyline. I'm lost in the skinny line that separates the ocean and the sky. Little by little, the sound of the waves floods my messy mind. 

Keep calm, it's almost over

Oh, my lovely blog. You are really empty since the last year. I'm so sorry, but everything has been really messy this new scholar year. Too much chaos, too much stress, too much pain... I was upset with the world, drowning in my dark ocean of pessimism. But I've found myself again trying to keep my head above this dark and dirty waters. 

It has been really hard to let go my lovely summer. Sunny days are over. I'm gonna miss the boat trips, the immersions, the sporty mornings, the sun kissing my skin, the underwater photographs, the relaxing evenings watching series, the meetings with my friends, the summer parties...

Summer's gone. But the next one will be better. Why? Because this year is the last one in the high-school. So in the next summer, I will be FREE, completely FREE. And I'm gonna enjoy my freedom. 

Here I leave you some photos of my lovely summer. (The two landscapes photos are taken by me)

Me with one friend in the boat.

Taken by me, Cap de Creus, underwater.

Taken by me, Cap de Creus, Boat trip.

Me and my friends

Let's change the world together.

Why are people conformist? Each one of us have got the power to change the world, to do whatever we want to do.

Who says that you're not the person who is going to found Atlantis? Who says that you're not who founds the cure of cancer? Who says you're not the person who is going to open the eyes of all the people in this world, to helps them to see that we are ending with the beautiful earth?

Each one of us have got this power. We only need two things to be the change: the persistence and the enthusiasm.

What are we waiting for? We need a change. We need an open mind generation. A generation who can correct these mistakes. A powerful generation.

I'm tired of all those teenagers that only think about being popular, pretty and in beautiful clothes. They don't cares about the climatic change, the wars, the dangered animals.... They only think about themselves.

Come on, please. We need non-conformist guys. We need you. The whole world needs you. Let's change the world together. 

The Yellow girl.

As you would probably know, if you know me, I think that every people that pass trough our lifes, always teach us something. But there are some special people that not just teaches something to us. Besides, they mark our live changing us. I like to call this type of persons “my yellow ones”, as Albert Espinosa did in his book. 

On the second term, I talked about one of my yellows, Adrián. Now, in the third therm, I'm going to talk about Laila. She was my first yellow. She's a pretty Italian girl that haven't had got an easy life. She is very strong, and very special too. She's an artist. She loves everything relacionated with the art. Painting, music, reading... If art would have to be faced, I'm sure that it would have Laila's face. 

Moreover, she writes very well. She inspires the other people with her inspiration. She can transform something normal into something amazing and beautiful. She's really philosophical, and have got an interesting point of view and interesting thoughts about life.

She made her home between the books. She's in love with Ed Sheeran, and because of that, I'm going to show you my favorite song.

The end.

Summer is right here. I can't believe it. I've survived to this scholar year. Well... Besides the fact that I've survived, I have got all of my goals (Okay, maybe not all... but yes whole of them.) This year I've found myself. This year I'm another person. Now I'm more positive, more strong, more dauntless, more happy and also more hippie. My life have changed a lot, and I love it. 

This year I have known a lot of interesting people. I'm really happy about have retook 1st of Batxillerat, because this year I've learned a lot of things. At the beginning, I was really afraid because it was a really big change. The fact that I had to knew all my new classmates, and the fact that they are one year younger, was something that scared me. But I've realized that some of them, are even more mature than me, which it's very curious.

Moreover, I love my class. Well... I don't like all of my classmates because there are some people with who I don't share some ideas and their behavior. But in general, I get along well with all of my classmates.

In addition, this year have been more interesting. All of the teachers had noticed about my radical change. I've improved my marks. I've changed my lifestyle.

So I hope that next year will be better than this one. 

Sunset.

She was waiting him. There. As always. The sunset were the witness of their kisses. Each evening. But this one he was late. She wanted to talk, to ask him a lot of things. Also, she wanted to give him the last present. But after hours and hours waiting him, she decided to leave the present in their meeting place. She decided to forget him, and to carry on. But what she didn't know, was that it was exactly what the guy wanted: To be forgotten.

He was behind the tree, watching her. The way that she walked nervously, angry with him because he was late. He would miss her. Her hair, her pail skin, her big green eyes, her pointing nose, her lips... But she deserved someone better than him.

His heart broke up when he saw how the girl went away by the street. When he made sure that she wouldn't come back again, he walked to their meeting place, where he found it. The present with the letter. He just read the end: I love you, Sam. 

Summer'14

You don't know how I've missed you. I have a lot of things to explain you, dear Summer. This year have been so crazy. A lot of changes. A lot of experiences. A lot of laughs, a lot of kisses, a lot of memories.  But now that you're here, it's going to be even better. I'm sure of it. Why? Because I've a lot of plans. Do you want to hear them? 

Firstly, dear Summer, I’m going to enjoy you, as I never did before. To begin, I'm going to test every sports, as much as possible: Paddle surf, long-boarding, snorkel... Also, I'm going to improve my English, and maybe I will travel to England, to a beautiful place called Plymouth. Moreover, I'm going to work in my dive club, taking underwater photos and helping with the tourists that speaks English. And besides I'm going to change my style. There are more things to do, and I’m sure that them will make this summer, greatest and better than ever.

There are many things to do, so dear Summer... Please, come quickly but happen really slow and stay with me forever.