lunes, 13 de junio de 2011

The changes

When I was in high school, I was relaxed. I got good marks when I studied a little bit and I could eat something while I toke a sunbath in the corridor. Everyday I wore the same kind of clothes and I could take a nap in the lunch time. But I couldn’t dye my hair or wear make-up… I went to a Nuns’ School and they were very stricter, at the same time, they were understanding with us because the students were only women so… they must be understanding.
My first University year was the last year. I was in Concepcion and these days were so stressed. I had to do a bigger effort tan that I did before and I got regular marks. I was tired all the time because I lived farther from the university tan other students. My dad gave me some money every week and I couldn’t buy everything I want. The Concepcion’s weather is worse tan Talca’s weather: when it was a rainy day I couldn’t  take my umbrella because the wind is the fastest I’ve ever seen. Some teachers didn’t know my name but they said “hello” in the corridors.
But, I study in Talca one more time and it’s better tan Concepcion. Concepcion is bigger, more interesting, more adorable, cleaner, more glamorous, more elegant and more magnificent tan Talca… but the people I love live here and I don’t change my city for any other.
(Well, if someone says me: “Sole, let’s study to Amsterdam or Paris”, I go, absolutely)

miércoles, 1 de junio de 2011

And I'm going to play harmonica

Always I've wanted play some musical instrument, but never I've can do it because I don't have patience and coordination.
My dad loves the cowboy flims, when they go across the desert in the night and play harmonica by a bonfire. He wanted to play harmonica, but he thought that he wasn't be able to play it and shows me the lovely sound of this instrument.
Now, I have an harmonica called Mia R. Monica and I love her sound... it's so sweet! I have a book which teaches me how I must play Mia R. Monica too, but I think that I need a teacher because is so difficult learn it by myself. And I don't have patience.
I don't want to be like the legends of blues (I'm in love with Sonny Boy Wlliamson's songs!) or Paul McCartney, I only want to feel the whistle of my harmonica going out of my mouth while someone sings a love and sad song... and my best friend plays the guitar and sings in a rock band and he wants that I play Mia R. Monica in his band...
I must practise, practise and practise... practise a lot. And I know if I want something, I can do it. I know I'll be able to play Mia R. Monica.