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.