By the noise of its footsteps, it seemed a monster of indescribable measurements. Her room shook as if was warning about the end of the world. Sometimes she felt the imperative need to hide inside the wardrobe with the headphones on and let the hours run by. But that was stupid, there wasn´t any giant leaving in her house and didn´t know what´s about an earthquake. She just had to open the door and shouted at her flatmate that it wasn´t needed to let everyone know about his departure because no one was interested in stealing in his room.
There is a moment when the heart beats so quickly. It's love, but not in the way you´re probably thinking about. Read, write,... living the culture and not be able to give it up. This is the English version of my Spanish blog 'Disfrazando el tiempo'. It´s not exactly the same but my wor(l)d. There will be grammatical mistakes even if I work hard to avoid them, but... life is learning about that, isn't it? My name is Sara and I want to live.

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