It's the first time for me that i try to write words in english. I'm not a very good sutdent, but i love this language. It's look like a sing. And everybody, everywhere in the world speak in english, so i try, more and moreµ. Because i want travel, i want speak with lots of people, it's very important for me. So, i speak in an other language. The travel is a utopic dream for me. A beautiful, wonderful dream. But in the life, there is no dream, only the bad and the dark. Life doesn't look like to a dream. Dream look like to the birds, to the flowers. I work with the flowers, so i can see just a little the paradise. Life look like to the war, the destruction. Too much blood, too much cry in my world. I hate this, i'm not stupid, i open my eyes, since lots of years, i don't know if it's bad or wrong, but, now, i ca'nt arrive to close. See, mary, see your world that become dark.