Una guornata assonnata Oggi non è una giornata migliore per me. Mi sono svegliata alle sei, andata al camincia con il mio cane, ho mangiato la colazione e sono uscita casa. Dopo sono andata in biccicletta all'universita. Ho avuto molto sonno. Ho dormito durante lezione. Dopo sono ritornata a casa e che coas successo? Non ho avuto le chiave! Le ho perso a casa (perche il mio fratello uscito a casa dopo me la mattina)! Sono andata al centro commerciale. Ho comprato qualcosa per prancare - il pollo con le verdure e semole. Adesso mi sto sedendo e sono stanca. Voglio andare al mio letto. Ma devo andare a lezione la sera e saró a casa solo alle venti... Devo trovare un po di forza. Ciao!

Sometimes we need to stop It began about two weeks ago. Me - normally optimistic, happy to see new places, meet people and take up the gauntlets person, lost all the energy. Like a ballon, into which someone sticks a needle - and sucks all its dry. I was waking up, going to my university, eating - and nothing made me happy. Even meetings with my best friends - they were the warst. I stayed in front of them and had nothing to say. The padlock to my heart was closed and the key was thrown somewhere in the Wisła - a river flowing across my city. Weakness, powerlessness, malaise. All these things accompanied me during the last days. And I tried to struglle with it. But at any time, when I got the energy, there came the thought that after all, the sadness will be back. So what's the point to fight? The days were passing away. Then, there came the All Saints Day and my family had a trip to my father childhood's village. I decided to go with them. I got out of our industrial city. We arrived to my uncle house, then to the cementry... And I felt calm. Finally, I felt an overwhalming peace. I stayed on a wet grass and listened to the trees, which leaves were silently rustling in the wind. There were nothing in the nearest area. And the nature told me what is the most improtant. It taught me that sometimes everyone needs to stop. Sometimes everyone needs to spend a moment only with his own - his beating heart, his floating thoughts, his desires and dreams. To take a distance and think aobut - when am I going? Why am I running so fast? What is the goal of my tramp? I came back to my crowded city, but I was different. I spent a few days in melancholy - and then began to regenerate. I considered my life, I desided to end up with one thing that brought me some negative emotions and work on to achieve my dreams. I writed this dreams in my notebook. Then, I know that it really exists and it is possible to come true. Upon me there are two months of hardworking. I want to make them of as good as its possible. Advance myself, try new activities, derive happiness from everyday duties. One of my goals is to improve english - speak, write and listen to it everyday. Keep your's fingers crossed!

Could you translate italian to english?

Hello, could you translate it?

"Viaggio per ridare forma alla mia mente, mentre lentamente muore il tempo che ho buttato via."

Because I don't know if I understand it correctly. Thank you very much! :)

Ciao a tutti Ciao a tutti! Mi chiamo Katerina e vivo in Polonia a Cracovia - una bellissima citta. Ho una piccola casa e uno fratello. I miei capelli sono marroni, anche occhi sono marroni. Ho una amica Gosia, che e la molto bella e simpatica ragazza. In mio tempo libero voglio suonare la chitarra o leggere libri. Mi piace molto fare sport.

Is there any American, who could help me?

Hello everybody!

I have a competition about America, which is really important to me. Therefore, I have some questions about United States about different aspect of this country - history, culture, language.  There is some that I am not sure... Is there any American who could help me? I would be reeeeally gratefull! :)  

A black story in the dog-shelter A few days ago we at long last decided - Yes! We' ll take a dog! And this two days were really full of emotions... Yesterday I was in a dog shelter in Cracow to look at dogs that were there. This was my first time when I have been to any animal shelter at all. Everything that I have seen there was so sad. I was walking next to coops, in which every dog wanted to get my attention on it. In each eyes I have seen a silent supplication, saying "Please, take me from this hell. I need your love...". The most number of dogs were just barking. But at one moment we saw a black dog, which was just staying and staring at us. He looked like scared, there was only he in his box. I squated and said something to him and suddenly his taill slowly started to wag... There was a short flash in his eyes - the flash of hope, flash of surprise that anyone can be interested in him. We have to go further, so we leave our charming dog. About five seconds passed away and - incredible - we heard a resonant barking! From where? From the coop with black, charming dog. Enchanted, we came back for a while and our dog back behaved like an angel. We look at the grids, but there was no name, no story to talk...Other dogs had information, but next to this one, the side for information card was empty. Why? Did he already come here? What was his past? Unfortunetly, the time for visiting the shelter was over and we even couldn't ask about this dog... Today I thought that maybe we should come back there, to the shelter. But my brother has found an internet notice about dog, jack russell terrier, which someone want to surrender. He always wanted to have a dog of this race, so I agree and tomorrow we are going to the town located 80 km from our city to see and probably take this dog. But in my mind there's still a black dog, staying behind grids... and yelping when we were leaving the shelter...