Before I felt asleep

I found out that I was excited about this new project. In this book I have created for myself, I discovered that I could write about anything, perhaps everything, that has been going to my mind. When I went up to my room, to try to sleep (i'm an insomniac bastard), a rush of thoughts went through and I felt like I could write anything. I know the reasons of that sudden "discovery". Everyone reads me in my other blog (the spanish one). Family, close friends, co-workers. I struggle everyday with what I can write.

English opens another door, not everyone reads it.

And also, not everyone looks for every blog that a person has.

Yeah, this will be another journal for my pleasure. And it's going to be a difficult one, because I have stopped thinking in another language. Today, I tried to practice it: When I went to the bank, while I was walking, I tried to think every sentence in english I could use. When I saw a red car in the street, I thought about it, who might be in it (a famous tv-star, a lonely teenager, or just a regular guy returning to work from lunch time). I saw the trees, I respect them. How they grow to reach a polluted sky and their branches extend to reach every point of clean air they could get.

City trees could survive, along with the cockroaches, a nuclear bomb. (Neh, that's over-reacting, over-romantic and over-ridiculous).

It's not hard to write in english... as soon as you start to think it. Now I have to improve my language, I remember a teacher who gave me the advise to read essays. I might do that, that way I'll improve my grammar and syntaxis. Also, I'll acquire new vocabulary with that. And then... who knows?, tomorrow I could write poetry with a sense of aesthetics and something interesting to tell.