Imitating descriptive models from writing in our field or other sources

“I was in a street of Paris, the city of the blinding lights and the most romantic place in the world. I had heard about the mystic of its charming people – how they had the same passion about love that their grandparents had lived in the 1900', and they had taught to their families trough the vivid example.”

“I was sitting in the house of Susana Gimenez, television star of Argentina and the most popular women in the country. I had hear about her famous humility of Gimenez' family – how she had built her reputation since she'd started in the 1990, and how she had kept the same freshness in all her career"

Morning

The sun shinning through the glass, the curtains going back and forth waving the colorful birds standing just outside that old wood window. That sweet spring smell that just inundate that little warm room. The hart bitten of the wood selling, and the crack of the floor covered by that past century red and green handmade carpet. The soft rhythm of the leafs dancing ones over the other. That warm feeling of being at home. That incomparable place were everything is sweet and peaceful.

“In the Campus”

A cold place, every body coming and going just passing by, not even noticing what stays around. That peaceful noise that has his own rhythm. Happy faces, tired faces, hopeful faces. Shadows mixed with the sunshine light rays making beautiful pictures on the soft green grass where lots of dreams and promises lie. Smells that sometimes transport us home. Far, noises can be heard : friends and lovers talking about some secrets that will be kept forever. The big and tall ancient walls look everything and keep in their memory every single step we take around. As standing on the sky from the high the big tall clock stops the time from once to once to let us realize the beauty that surround us. Million halls, and million places, refuges and reunions, peaceful noisy and crowded places. Antiqued and modern buildings that play with our minds and make us forget about the time and think about the past or the future, about who already walk those footpath and about the ones that will come after us. If we are careful enough we can see every color, listen every language, fell every emotion. The variety of the world can be perceived taking a look to everything around, almost making us feel outside the picture we are contemplating. The water in the fountain flowing trough the statues singing to the sun, and reminding the nature flow of life, and our short trip trough it. A cradle of dreams and hopes, a big first step, the start and the beginning of many stories, sometimes a second home, sometimes just a stage in our lives.

Haiku

It was hard to find
a sweet lovely heart like you
So, I'll keep you

Valentine's inspiration....

You enter into the place and light up all with your shining smile, you give all the nonsenses meaning and all the mysteries conclusion. You give hope and grace, going and going through the darkness, taking away all my pains, giving me all what I wanted. Is your love what makes me have faith in a future together, when sun will always shine and bird always sing in our window. I can bet that day will come as the spring follows the autumn, cleaning all the gray and brown and bringing back all those beautiful colors. The smell of new flowers will fulfill our sense. The nightmares will only be memories and the darkness will only be a shadow. Just will be you and me together walking side by ide, from rivers to mountains, through stones and sands, because we both know that together anything can stop us.  

Poetry

I've cried a river,
I've lost all my faith,
I've stand up after falling,
I've fallen again

I've tried every possible way,
I've looked in every single place,
But i still haven't found the secret
to stop thinking about you that way.

This is me as a Writer.

I am from Argentina, so my native language is Spanish, and I learned English at a local Institute in my city. I have a terrible handwriting so since I got my fist computer,I prefer typing rather than handwriting. I am not a big fan of reading, but I have red a lot for my studies, and I think is the better way to learn how to write. For me writing, is like a therapy, is a way to let my feelings go out, so when I'm through any emotion i can not handle or i have to think about, I enjoy writing about that, but only for myself, I usually don't share it with anyone. Sometimes some places inspire me, like when i travel, and I do some notes or write down some things interesting. Now I am here, in the USA and I hope this help me to improve my English skills.