Wandering, Lost on the Hallways Her mind was getting lazy... feeling sleepy... tired of thinking... Spring was there and it was getting warm and sunny. During the courses she felt tired, as if it was all happening in one of her strange

I wrote a poem once about the same subject: Buried Dreams It’s been years since my last attempt At painting My wish for doing art Has been somehow discouraged I lost confidence in my skills For some years never daring To make any try

Projected into the Future... While all the while up till then having been convinced that she knew where she was, where she was going and how to get there, at that moment the whole system of certainty and security collapsed. She realized she

September She was still left with a feeling of sadness, although it had been almost two weeks since the event. She still didn’t know what to believe... yet the proof was there, in her very sadness among other things... Her grandmother had passed

No... I could not accept her death I denied it And I said, ‘Heroes don’t die’ I kept silent When they announced her death to me I said nothing I hid the tears that appeared in my eyes I preferred to go for a walk on the seashore They did not

I believe it's just like in real life - people can deceive you, wear masks, lie to you, pretend they're something they're not, etc. Also, you may fall for someone by idealising that person...

To me, English is currently and mainly my profession. I began my study of English as a second language at the age of three, now I am 23 years old and I have only recently graduated from University (Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures,

I wouldn't change anything to the English language, because I've worked so hard for a good number of years to learn this language (since I was three years old - now I am 23) and a change in it would be difficult for me to handle.