Perto demais das capitais

I will visit three European capitals, Edinburgh in Scotland; Paris in France and Rome in Italy. It’s a dream for me, to study English in London and to visit those places. I never give up my dreams. I would study, but I don’t get it, because I think about travelling all the time. Last Saturday, I went to Oxford city to visit a couple of friends. I have know them since 1996. Alberto wrote two books about travel they did, one is about Chile – this trip was made by car. And the other is about Australia. He and Sabrina, his wife, had gone in 1998 to Australia and this book is called ‘Austràlia, das praias ao deserto’. Translate to English it is Australia from beach to desert. He told me about they spent six months there. They began this travel in Sydney and across the desert until Ayers Rock. Before, when they were in Brazil, he created a site in the internet - like a blog. There in Australia, they posted news every week. The most important point for me is that my name is in this book. With

England - London Rainha Elizabeth and Price Philipp Bus Big Ben Halloween - Celt party Italy - Rome Fonte, Villa Medici, Arco de Tito, Coliseu Vaticano - Cidade do Vaticano Guardas, Museu, escadaria do mesmo France - Paris Joana Darc Igreja de Notredame Torre Eifel Cidade Luz Scotland - Edinburgh Sempre fui guerreira! Em frente ao Castelo No Museu do Whisky

My favourite song... Broken Strings James Morrison http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aluwpslpygQby Let me hold you for the last time It's the last chance to feel again But you broke me, now I can't feel anything When I love you it's so untrue I can't even convince myself When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else Oh, it tears me up I tried to hold on but it hurts too much I tried to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse I can't like it anymore And I love you a little less than before Oh, what are we doing? We are turning into dust Playing house in the ruins of us Running back through the fire When there's nothing left to say It's like chasing the very last train When it's too late, too late Oh, it tears me up I tried to hold on but it hurt