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Reflections for Recovery ~ Language ~

Today, my comapñeros had a review of recovery that I have not had to submit (iuuff!!). However, most bizarre texts will come in the most unexpected moments: the time for a Exman, eg

A April 26, the world smells like vernao. Each day becomes more complicated to look out the window and not feel the urge to wear the bathing suit and run through the warm, soft sand of the beach.

And yet, I still feel like the beginning of the second quarter, just finished the Christmas and Epiphany. Will you have to do with how quickly they last February and March? Almost a sigh deaf in my life.

Sometimes I wish time passes as the flicker of a sparrow, or a sneeze in the autumn. Want your birthday comes soon, we're already in June plueno or the boat that takes you on an adventure of a trip faster undocking.

suñamos Sometimes that time is frozen as a still image stored in an old trunk. Want that picture last forever, to remain in the trunk of this.

But as soon as it comes on your birthday, is gone. Cast off the boat as fast as your trip ends. Holidays are as ephemeral as a second between thousands of hours.

trunk Photo may persist and reach the hands of grandchildren did not know. But what is the value that photo, if time and oblivion have discolored, wrinkled and cracked edges everywhere, until powder combertirla lost in the eternity of the hours of a timepiece?

But us mere spectators, mere mortals, we are longing to control time.

For me, an insignificant that reflects on a paper and a bic in my right hand, still look at the clock waiting to pass the exam faster recovery of language.

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Las Golondrinas

In my life there are two types of days: the days when I have no inspiration, but time, and the days when hundreds of ideas and want to write assaulted my mind ... and I have not a second to use it in my blog UU This moment would class in a middle ground between these two: I have to study the intemerata, I have no time, but I do not care. Today I'm euphoric, and though I know then I'll pull your hair to lose these valuable fifty minutes of free time on the computer, I do not care.

Why am I so?

Ugh! For many things.

At first, a couple of weeks there was an Olympics of biology in my isntituto, which competed against my city a total of 57 participants, most people six feet 2 º high school (yes, fear gave muuucho @. @, lol).

Peeeeeero, last week got the results, y. .. Tatatachán! I was fifth in 57! It is not all bad, right? Especially considering that I have not had anything to biochemistry, a section that would be three-fourths of the test (Ains, how proud I am!).

Well, the prize has been sooo amazing, as usual, the institute is clinging to the Uncle Scrooge in times of crisis, and has been a pilot metallic (very cool) and a Chinese pen-drive (why not! still appreciate that instead of the pilot, we will not have given her a bic, which are capable).

But there's more.

After seeing how the council begins to hang the Christmas lights, there is something I hope with equal enthusiasm: the swallows.

You know what they are: small, bold, as if wearing a suit, white breast and long tail and vee. Flattened peak, and are always flitting from here to there, pulling sharply at dizzying speeds. You can stay hours looking at these figures rapt drawn against the blue sky, or clouds of spring.

Because that is what they advertise: spring, heat, holidays, short sleeves, on the beach and napping under an umbrella, listening to the ocean and smelling the fresh aroma salty.

Swallows are the best advertisement you can give half of the course-a part of that comes on the radio when flood / fire / collapses / is halved / disappears swallowed by a black hole school. You seem to shout, to warn you, you say you've passed the hardest part, you're in the middle of course, that it is almost back to the beach and make Aguadilla to your friends.

swallows have arrived, spring has arrived.