I created an account Tumblr (If you want, search me: itsramonaslife) and I'd like to post my thoughts in english, but my english isn't so good.
I wrote this article for the blog and I'd like to publish it.
Can you help me to correct it?
Thank you:)
The wind in your hair, the sun on your face (i think I just made a rhyme), and an endless road straight ahed.
What could be better?
The feeling of being whole, and being nothing a the same time.
The opportunity to leave everything behind and start all over again, in another city, another country, in short in another world.
And a the same time, the fear of not being enought, of not being up to what we might discover, the tests that we should address in the new places that we find.
I've always been attracted to trips.
I'd love to leave with a crew, destination: world's end, and shout: "to the adventure!" or "to infinity and byond!", you know, things like that.
But too many things keep me tied to my land, so that at last, all I do is stand still at the pier, watch the people who have the courage, leave.
In hopes that, one day, maybe I'll be able to be like them.
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I do not know if I'm happy about the fact that nobody reads my rubbish, or If I'm sad about it.
I think both of these.
May 2015
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