Love...

Love is something very important in life. It's the thing always we need. All people need love because without love you don't have meaning in life.

In the films sometimes love stories appear. These love stories are very beautiful and always have a happy end. In the real life the love is more difficult and not always with a happy ending sometimes the end is sad, very sad.

Therefore it is important to explain the truth.

The truth is:

Love is much more than what people think. People think  love is a feeling one person has towards another person, but not. Love is more things. It's  words, looks, gesture and more...

All these things compose love and all are important. For people, to feel love all must have these things.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

François de la Rochefoucauld

Who I am? This is the question

I laugh too much but sometimes I cry a lot for simple thing. I like listen to music and watch films. I pass much time in the computer with facebook, twitter and more. My blackberry is one thing very important for me, big part of my life is this phone. 

But all this thing described any teenager but I'm not so.

My life is a little complicated. I life in a world invaded for the crisis and cuts. This things form part of me life but not are the most important. For me the most important this are my friends, my family and my boyfriend this things are my life.

I'm a girl of a little village. I life in Castelló d'empúries now but my dreams are living one day in other country for example London, New York, Tailandia and other, but I will change of nation. Now I study batxillerat but I will study a Bachelors Degree of philology spanish-english or journalism.

I'm a person look to much to the other people. I see all but especially the shoes. I love the shoes. For much people the shoes is a little thing but for my are very important, the shoes say as is the person. I raised much times study designer shoes but I draw very badly. 

This is a little description about myself but my life is much things.

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

Abraham Lincoln

My best post is...

Now I have chosen one post in the blog. It's very difficult because there are a lot of post and many are very beautiful. After looking through all the post I choose one, my best post in this year is: My favorite song!
I love this post for many things, specially because I learnt a lot of vocabulary and many colloquial expressions. Another reason why I have chosen this blog is because this post has meant a lot to me.

And the winner is...

After one year, many stories and many post I choose the best blog in the class. It's no very easy because after seen a blog I thing all are very beautiful but for me the best is Augustina's blog becuase she writes very well and pictures are very pretties. But I would also say that there are other friends that have nice blog for exemple: Josep's blog is very nice for his pictures, Laila's blog is very interesting because you miss reading it, it's ver beautiful and other. But I can not give more than one prize and this is for Agus. You have the best blog.

Musical

This year we made a musical / playback / theater to end our time as students. We stay pretty well. There were many good things and bad. The songs that we both playback and musical were very nice as dances. I like too much all the show. But the more beautiful and more fun number was the first: Sexy and I know it.
To me it's not exactly my favorite because I was a bit of shame but the number was more comical and the people laughed much. It was also a way to see the guys in their underwear. At the end was a success and we would like to repeat.

Maus

I like read a book. For me it's one of the best book I've ever read. Explain the survivor's tale of the holocaust. 

It was very strange to me that I liked because it is a comic and I do not like to read comic, but this was an exception. The pictures are great and I like many.

It is a book by Art Spiegelman. With the book the author won the Pulitzer Prize in 1992.

This book has about 300 pages but I never tire of reading it. I've read it twice and I have wanted to read many more times. I would recommend for all people. It's a book makes you think too much. And that makes you reflect on the truth was that cruelty of the war.