Tomorrow is his birthday, so I will make a cake to celebrate. He is my funny jellyfish, my sour pineapple, my sweet soul, my pancake stuffed with dulce de leche, my lemonade and my best friend. When he was a child, he used to watch SpongeBob SquarePants. Now he's almost 27 years old. He grew up, but he remains a child. He looks like a kid, because his beard never grows and he hasn't mustache. Every day he wakes up and drinks chocolate milk. When he is upset, he goes to a bar and drinks many beers. Yes, he isn't a child anymore. He is an adult-boy :). I love my little boy, because he has green eyes. I'm kidding. Tomorrow is a big day. Although he is far away, I can see his smile. It's hard to write because every word sounds corny, but I need to write. Write is my exercise, so I will go on like Celine Dion, rs! I am silly, aren't I? Yes, you are silly _ I hear you saying. Now All I wanna say is:

_HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Every day I wake up, write and  have delusions. Tired of running, I open my red moleskine. The life passes. And I? I'm not that girl who flees, falls and grates the knee anymore. I keep quiet, just looking. I see my dreams running away from me while sleep on the fence. Sometimes, all I want is to watch How I met your mother with you.  Unfortunately, I need to learn and I need to run. The clock is ticking. And I? I'm getting old. 

*I created this blog because I promised to myself. I need to learn English and I have no time to lose. So... every day I will wake up, write everything in English and have delusions. :D I can't wait anymore! Why? I'm getting old.