A white rose Mark your life and a white rose Make their way towards the sky .. To embrace creativity stars .. Paint and fresher meanings .. Love and happiness .... .. And peace in the hearts of creatures ...

First notebook entry: Introducing myself I am learning [which language], because I want to study abroad / work in [country]

the Rose On your way to the Rose always there thorns, As much patience to remove thorns reap Rose .. You will not enjoy the smell of rose thorns as long as fixed on the road .. Will not be able to take off the thorns as long as I felt that access Rose to a place difficult to achieve .. You do not have to cry behind the walls of the dream, But you know how to get a smile if I tried to cry, Perhaps through the Rose seem daunting at times, But to sit on thorns and stings in all cases, the most difficult .. We all love the rose,

I dreamed of I dreamed of a homeland ... Walk around the museum in my pen free ...   The confiscated I dreamed of a homeland ... Ballot boxes from the glass. .. The candidates of the glass .. . The voters of glass ... And programs of the glass ... And the results of Glass I dreamed of a homeland ... Of glass   I dreamed of .........

taxes Citizens pay taxes to the Department of Administration to pay taxes to the state State pays taxes to the President President pays taxes to his wife and relatives

Words ... words Listen to me while dancing with me .. words are not like other words Take me from under my arm .. and puts me in a cloud And I'm like a child in his hand a feather carried by the breeze .. He leads me in the summer sun .. guide me .. and a flock of swallows Tell me I equate his masterpiece and thousands of stars And that I treasure and I saw one of the most beautiful paintings Build me a palace of illusion ... I do not where I live Only a few moments And come back ... come back to my desk I go back to my desk Nothing with me Nothing with me But words Words are not like other words Nothing with me only words Words .. words .. words

Out of things There is no woman who does not save it by heart .. The names of the men who loved her .. And the number of love letters you have received .. And colors of flowers which was dedicated to them .. There is not a woman inside a compass .. Her the ports of love .. And on the beaches where fish breed. And marries the sparrows .. And on access roads to the south of Spain Where men and bulls wrestle .. Of death under the feet of a beautiful woman ..

Life is beautiful and be filled with Do not try to recalculate yesterday .. And lost it .. Old when his papers will not fall back again .. But every spring with new leaves will sprout again .. To see those green leaves that cover the face of the sky and let alone, which fell to the ground has become a part of it....

When I went to the lake Eyes lost in the colors. Green before Grass. Blue before dawn. Cited The color of the water, and then corrected to the lake look Transparent, IOS green color of the water .. I am before them I or I do not. Net eyes, cloudy, Honest, a liar in her eyes. But, is it? .............