MY BEST FRIEND
My best friend and me meet in a pub of Tiennen; it was the last year with in school travel. She is always near me when I need some moral help.
She has something especial, with her the world is different and I can do things that I will never thought to do. With her I’m always cheerful. She is very attractive, her hair is blonde and she has lips that I could pass all my live kissing. Her body is brown, and she has something that takes me and change my way of life. She goes all the sites with me.
She wears a grey dress and a white scarf. Sometimes she uses a cap, but when she is with me, I always put off her cap, and all her clothes. If she isn’t with me, I count the time that fault to return near her somewhere.
But I know where I can meet her, in a pub, where I can site with my friends and buy her, because she is a beer, she is a Hoegaarden.
Inspirated in “Cançó d’amor” of Brams.
En record a la professora d’anglés de segon de batxillerat, gràcies a ella vaig deixar d’escriure bones redaccions en anglés… com ja vaig comentar fa molt de temps, hi ha professors que no es mereixen ser-ho, ja que et tallen les ales de la imaginació per coses estúpides…
En fi, així va l’educació espanyola… d’aqui un temps una altre redacció en anglés suspesa per no sé quines raons…