Portugal, verano'09
My life goes back and forth between English classes, French lessons, school, writing, climbing and my work. And as if chained one way, I'm chaining weeks and slowly my life.
I like to languages \u200b\u200bbut not because he needs a title, in fact since I work in college I stopped believing in them, but because I keep dreaming that one day return to Africa to work. And there, what is most needed, who would help me and what was learned most others. And without language, communication is too poor to understand, learn and grow from these unusual things are you going to know, live and talk with people who cross your path. But that will not only meet, but will become part of the path that became common in certain places and times. However
here and now, despite we share a common language, the mother, sometimes I prefer the company of a book. Every morning, absent from the reality that surrounds me, I enjoy that time of day, my time, BREAKFAST an apple pie with a hot latte and a book. It's like everything stopped, I hear voices in the distance, but I do not understand what they say, does not interest me because I'm stuck, hooked and handed to my reading.
And this reading, rock climbing has also caught me. It's something that was part of my life at some point and still with me today. I hope I never left. I like the beginning, their philosophy and I think she is part of that personal legend to many of us.
But my recent rediscovery has been writing. Years ago when paint a feeling deep inside me, I have to write uncontrolled desires. But now I realized that as I read once, heal the wounds writing at the moment of opening.
Gelida nov'09
