Last classmate's blogs

Well, this week is the last one doing blogs for my English class, and although I have enjoyed doing it, there have been moments that the time was short and the disposition very small. But today, these issues are not in the middle. So, honoring this wonderful web page, I am planning to finish my stay here (don’t worry, I will keep writing) talking about Jackie’s blog, because, after all, it was hers the first one that I had chosen to comment for my class.
First of all, I would like to whish her Happy Birthday! Jackie is now a 25 years old girl. Her family did an effort to make her feel good in that special day, and that is a great thing. She probably received gifts (helpful all the time), cards, and of course, tons of phone calls. It is marvelous to feel remembered and loved. But the best part is coming now; as she said, this birthday has made her take into account that these are the best years to live. She is now mature enough to make good (or bad, but hers) decisions and has the experience to avoid unwanted mistakes. So, good for her, and I just hope that next ones to come (birthdays), would have the same taste that this have had.

Savannah

Savannah. Visiting this place is one of my yearnings, and the more I think of it, the less I understand why. There is something in that city that attracts me in a weird way. I have ended thinking that, perhaps, during my childhood, I saw pictures of the city; maybe I read a tale in a book; or who knows, I could have seen a movie that was filmed in this place. Anyway, the fact is that I am planning now to make a trip and finally kill this sensation that has been with me for years. I know I will have fun there; the city is plenty of tourist spots and in every corner, it is easy to find interesting and historical sites. Jazz, parties, African-American culture and tons of old stories are part of the Savannah soul, and somehow, I want to be part of it as well, at least for a few days

Maikel's blog

I know Maikel don't like snowing to much, but who does? It is not always that snow falls; only in winter the temperature is low enough to produce it. But guess what?, we are in already in the season. Yes, Maikel has a good reason to be discontent: the snow has started early this year and according to him, this means that it will be a long winter with more snowing; this means more and more mornings cleaning the car to go to school or to work; and don't forget the parking part, oh-my-God, thats the craziest part. Well, my friend, there is nothing left to do; so, enjoy the season and don't worry that much, it will pass.

Somenthing good

I received a wonderful new this morning when I woke up. Something good happened to a friend of mine and it means that he has been given the opportunity to start a better life. I am more than glad for him. When important and good things occurred to the people you love, the joy is shared; you feel that you are part of it. We have passed the good moments and bad ones together, and somehow, this have made our friendship stronger.

Leonardo's blog

Leonardo is moving with his family to a new apartment in another city; he said that in one of his last blogs. I hate moving. Packing is not the problem, the problem comes when you have to take everything out of the boxes and place them in an unusual place you are not accustomed to. Yes, he most be tired. I hope he likes his new neighborhood and he makes friends there.

Erika's Chritsmas blog

"Christmas is coming". This is the title of Erika's last blog. It is not a secret she loves this season; she is shouting it out loud. And I think it is good and I am glad for her. This is a period of love and family; of parties and joy. Before I didn't care about Christmas, I didn't decorate a tree; but my family wasn't here. This year something has changed, I am not alone anymore. Perhaps this December in my house appear an adorned pine, just to remember that we are together again.

My golden key

I have found a golden key hidden deep down in a candy box.
God knows for how many years...
I'm afraid to touch it.
I don't want to break it, and to tell the truth, I'm scare of it.
Being apart of my key is my "ought to" wish;
being with it, is my real will.

Every time I close my eyes I see my shadow, I see my box, I see my key.
I don't know anymore if it exists; if once it did; if now, it's me.