My reasons

Your love was a powerful driving force,
fueling me as a matter-antimatter reaction
where the sound of your voice was the source.

Now I figured out
how to keep flowing with my own voice.
People said it always was that simple,
they said it was just a matter of choice.

Now I am in the outer space, often without a clue,
parsecs away from you,
never farther from the sky your light turns blue,
but closer to any star I want to reach, too.

My memories of you
now are glowing though my skin
because I beheld a sun in your smile.
Flying each year-light, even each single mile
I noticed myself becoming keen
since my farewell to you.

The path to Bournemouth is now open

As long as I can remember I have feel like an alien, no matter where or with who I have been. However, I think nothing I could feel before compares to that I’m planning to live next year. In my lazy time I thought, talked, wrote, read and listened people talking or singing in my mother tongue, and I have feel safe, comfortable, -even when I talk to someone in English or French or Italian- because I know that in cases of I can’t understand or make people understand what I mean, always I can speak in Spanish as last resource.
          Now I’m planning to study a Master of Arts in Journalism at UK. However, in order to get there I need a little bit than just send my application to the universities. As long as my pockets are not deep enough and my English is not as fluid as I whish, it’s up to the Alban scholarship to finance my studies and it’s up to me to pass the IELTS test in order to be accepted in the University.

September is gone, my lazy time is over

I have plans for study next year in the UK. If i want to get there i should focus on improve my written and spoken english, apply to the IELTS test, the Master on Journalism for Magazines and the Alban Scholarship. Quite a job, isn't?