My version of Romeo and juliet

The police was following me and the only place where I could be saved was the church. When I was into the church I saw Juliet. Then I went to her and when i was in front of she, I saw his cadaver. She was died! Juliet had got a potion in her hand and I think his she drunk this before and then she died. I was crying a lot of time  and finally I thought to drank the rest of the potion and sleep with her forever. I caught the potion and I drunk it. Then I fell sleep. In two days I wake up in a hospital and now I'm here talking with you. Now I'm going to find Juliet.

Love song

"SAME LOVE" MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay 

‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight 

I told my mom tears rushing down my face 

She’s like “Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k tripping,” 

Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she? 

Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. 

I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league” 

A preconceived idea of what it all meant 

For those that liked the same sex 

Had the characteristics 

The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision 

And you can be cured with some treatment and religion 

Man made rewiring of a predisposition 

Playing god, aw nah here we go 

America the brave still fears what we don’t know 

And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten 

But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago 

I don’t know 

(Mary Lambert) 

And I can’t change 

Even if I tried 

Even if I wanted to 

I can't change 

Even if I try 

Even if I wanted to 

My love 

My love 

My love 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

(Macklemore) 

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me 

Have you read the YouTube comments lately 

"Man, that’s gay" gets dropped on the daily 

We become so numb to what we’re saying 

A culture founded from oppression 

Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em 

Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board 

A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it 

Gay is synonymous with the lesser 

It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion 

Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment 

The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins 

It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference! 

Live on and be yourself 

When I was at church they taught me something else 

If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed 

That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned 

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless 

Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen

I might not be the same, but that’s not important 

No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it 

(Mary Lambert) 

And I can’t change 

Even if I tried 

Even if I wanted to 

My love 

My love 

My love 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

(Macklemore) 

We press play, don’t press pause 

Progress, march on 

With the veil over our eyes 

We turn our back on the cause 

Till the day that my uncles can be united by law 

When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart 

A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are 

And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all 

But it’s a damn good place to start 

No law is gonna change us 

We have to change us 

Whatever god you believe in 

We come from the same one 

Strip away the fear 

Underneath it’s all the same love 

About time that we raised up 

(Mary Lambert) 

And I can’t change 

Even if I tried 

Even if I wanted to 

I can't change 

Even if I try 

Even if I wanted to 

My love 

My love 

My love 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

She keeps me warm 

Love is patient 

Love is kind 

Love is patient 

Love is kind 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is patient 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is kind 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is patient 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is kind 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is patient 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is kind 

(I‘m not crying on Sundays) 

Love is patient 

Love is kind

Describing photos

In this photo, I can see a teacher helping the students probably because they don't understand the exercise. The girl in background and the girl in the right corner bellow seem thoughtful and the other students are doing the exercises. They are in a classroom probably from a small school because they are only four students and the classroom is not too big, or maybe the photo is cropped and it only shows us a small part of the room. On the background of the class I can see a blackboard and an abecedary on top to decorate the classroom and to help the students. 

 

This is a picture of five children and one women celebrating something like a birthday I suppose. The children have got balloons from different colours except one child. There is one women and I think that she is  mother of one of the children. She is ordering something to the children. They are in a sleeping room because in the left of picture I can see the stairs of the berth. They are in a flat because through the window I can see that they aren't on the floor and I can see the lights from the other flats too.