Hay dias en donde me cuentas todo lo que podriamos llegar a ser en el futuro, pero en cambio hay otros donde me mandas señales de que no podríamos ni un mañana.

There is a fine line between chasing your dreams and getting swallowed by your delusions. Very few people in the world today understand this subtlety.

yeah, we're... growing moving with the flow, I guess but sometimes it's very scary Really, don't you freak out? cuz i do

Your life, Your choice. Your choice, Is for you to decide. Decide and think of the outcome, Wether you choose the right or wrong, It is yours to decide. You control your own life, Your parents was never to begin with, Whatever they tell you to do, You will wether do or do not, This is your life, Not someone else's. You are your own protagonist in your own life, That is how life is, You decide, Your life is in the palm of your hands.

The waves of the life: sometimes are high, sometimes are low

Past is a '' Newspaper '' Present is a '' Question paper '' So read and write carefully Otherwise life will be a tissue paper

Salut. Je vais pas faire trop long, je vais juste promouvoir un livre que j'écris et qui se nomme " L'amour à 16 ans " C'est l'historie d'une ado qui entre au lycée et qui voit sa vie évoluer tellement vite qu'elle en a peur. L'amour vient toquer à sa porte, ainsi que les embrouilles amoureuses. Cette histoire a une part de réalité, et j'en témoigne car c'est la mienne. Je devrais peut-être la nommer "Mon journal" N'hésitez pas à me lancer votre avis sur le premier chapitre ;-)

Desperté del largo dormir donde me sumergiste. Rompo ataduras del tiempo con la fuerza de mis pensamientos armado de ellos tal coraza. Palabras que me ataban como cadenas a un corazón sumiso se rompen, ante tal burlesca astucia. Es de Dioses crear, pero de guerreros planear. Bendito estoy al caminar sobre tu mar más tu sal manipuladora no afecta mi armadura. Ja, Diosa tu inmortal belleza se vuelve humana y es el filoso blandir de mis ojos quienes comprueban el sangrar de tus sentimientos.

A writer some will call me. But am I truly a writer when I can not get people to read my books? An author some will call me but am I author when I can not write one single word down? What am I then if not a writer or an author? What can I be if I can not figure that out? If I am not a writer have I wasted my whole life trying to be so,thing I am not? All I know is I was born to write it is something I have always wanted to do but everyone said not too. Being a writer does not pay they said to me