Interlude. Sometimes you dreams too much, so much, that reality doesn't matter you feel that the days carry you, and you feel alone, off, As this damn city, that incite you to beg to who more steal you. My tears have dried. I paid for my sins brand in the past, but look at me, sitting here, so unstable and vulnerable quiet while i let that the devil talk to me Confuses me, his voice stun me and i abandon. only if i close my eyes i see this throne that i merit but i don't have it. I will never sell my soul, i prefer be a nobady happy , than be dead legend I walk slow, and not so attentive although i'm trying, Don't kill me the hate and the lament only the time that wrinkles me, as a unusable paper, (en mares, de irreversibles mares nado yo el impasible.)<----I don't know how i can say this in english. sesitive child, the naughty and bad boy, fragile flesh and blood moulded to a stick but i live for tell it and relate it and I know it is so easy to die that tremble at the thought. But who cares, better nothing that this odyssey, and if exists a beyond, welcome. today i'm blurry and the glass isn't misted and it is because someone has forgotten the dethroned prince that uses broken dolls and paints his broken dreams in a broken world, broken by the others' distress. Is the quiet historia that shouting was punished today i look at my hands and ,What can i find? Nothing. Everybody has a story, what must be told and keep a secret that nobody knows anything, We talk with the pillow but it not answer, the thurth is out there, but hidden. Is it ok? Thaaank you!!! xx. Vicky.

I like when you're quiet I like when you're quiet, because you're like absent. And you hear me from afar, and my voice doesn't touch you. It looks like your eyes have flown and it looks like a kiss shut your mouth How all the things are fill of my soul you emerge of the things, fill of the mine soul . butterfly of dream, you look like my soul and you look like the word 'melancholy'' I like when you're quit, and you're like distant and you're like complaining, butterfly in coo and you listen me from afar, and my voice doesn't arrive at you let me that i shut up with the your silence. Let me that i talk to you with your silence, too clear like a lamp, simple like a ring you are like the night , so far and easy I like when you're quiet, because you're like absent. Distant and painful, like if you're died. then, a word , a smile is enough. And i'm happy, happy of it's not true. This is my favorite poem of Pablo Neruda, and i try to translate to english...

my music taste. Well, i like a lot of type of music. But i prefer pop, pop-rock and rock. I really love 'aerosmith', 'Ed sheeran', 'One direction', 'The beatles' , etc. This music style is my cup of tea But my favorite band is One direction because i love all their songs, and their voices and all, so i don't a favorite one direction's song. About Ed sheeran i like his song's lyric, phrases like 'I falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet'', my favorite ed sheeran's song is ''Kiss you'' Aerosmith is a genius and his voice is perfect... i like 'Crazy' and 'i don't wanna miss a thing' I think that listen music in english , i improve it... so i like it haha xx. Vicky.

My best friend Well, i'll talk about my best friend! Her name is Irene, i know her since we was 5 years old. She study biology in the university and she have a british boyfriend... his name is John. Irene and john met when irene and i was in a starbucks in Madrid. Irene saw john and didn't stop of watching him, so i said her that go to talk him, and say no. So i went to John to talk him, and then i introduce to irene and john and they are together. We have many funny memories and i think that i'm lucky for know her. I'm lucky because in my ipinion is difficult have a best friend who you can talk about anything and the silence isn't unconfortable. Vicky. xx