That did not happen. I am convinced that not happened. Yesterday I went to the test, and do not see why nerves. Lameness six of my province, six! I thought it was just one. I have no chance I will not win. My story was painful. They gave us a picture of a man looking in a mirror in which only he could see a book behind and above a marble top. If the subject was complicated and imagine ... I missed over the name ... that disaster aunt.
But hey, I have the excuse that the photo does not look right. I excite anything. And this was the opportunity of my life and I get so nervous when I think about it ... people queuing up (there were lots) signing, the man crossing my name in the paper (salíaaaa yujuu XD) my nerves by giving sweaty my story ... I'll write a bit about it here. Do you think you ... Ay!
Maybe I should feel proud of it. I do not know. I feel lost, almost desperate. My book lying on the marble top. My work. My life. A small barely a hundred pages book. Mine has the old caps, worn and yellowing pages. It is described, the despair of a writer, the dream of a child, the tears of an adult. As much as I extend my bony fingers crushed and I can not reach it. I'm tired. Support my hands on the marble top and caress the end caps. I open it, try reading it, but the words are crammed into my mind, confused, they hide ...
Well, it's just a bit, because first I did a test in another paper dirty, I mean. I look forward to see how he has gone to Sparks, I hope to write about it! Sparks you have to win! Although that too would have to do it myself ... heck, can you imagine that we know? What guayyy! We would have to invent a sign to recognize each other, hahaha. A kiss to all: D
Baby
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