He is my North, my Idol, my role model, my friend. He is the son of God and I am the Lady of the pen which writes love poems. Mocked a poet laughed at that poet for being a great dreamer, as Gray turned into white, black mixed with grey and blue smiled at him and cried to the red, green adored and crema relaxing. It was a winner, wrote poetry and they laughed at him, but didn’t you too by continued with his pen and his role. He was only a man who enjoyed writing and nothing mattered. They came to admire to see that not mattered him criticism from others. Why he now believes that it is possible to change courses, destinations and ideas in the world. My teacher of literature I had a literature professor in College who was very demanding, I always admired the great writers, I read very little, but it wasn’t my best subject.
So it was during the primary and a part of high school, I saw no amid so many letters as I’m now, but I do not know how much will last me, I’m not always the same, now I just write, and then quit this hobby and I spend a few mesitos reading or riding a bicycle. Professor Claudia Alarcon, so called my teacher of literature, it was Spanish, in particular of Orense, was widowed and came always make-up to give us class. Read us poetry well composed, not as many of these that are written here, but it is now leads the free poetry or how call and I pointed out to her, as I move my pen is as doing Tai Chi, I want it to do to relax me and as your body allows me, sometimes I am proud of my work and other feed: go by God, am well painting the mona.