My room
My room is big. Is a area populated of many books. There is my bunk bed, little cars, brown table etc. In it I make my homeworks. On the window are many extraordinary flowers, who sprean an boundless smell. When the room is empty, as if the solitude attack my soul, opening the my locked door of dispair. On the walls are my the most hansome drawings, who sometimes it seems to me that they are real. Also, I have a wardrobe, in which I put my clothes.
I love very much my room, because she is one in the my lifetime, because I can't change it into a more beautiful room that how is she now.
