EXPERIENCES

EXPERIENCES

DONE

1. I have been in a town party called "Festa Major". This happened at august of the last year. I have met with one of my friends, Sergi. The party was at night, and the weather was very warm. So I have dressed a orange dress and I have put my black converse. We met at night about twelve o'clock. And we were dancing and singing all night. It has been a nice experience. I remember it was one night before I went to Portugal. 

2. I've been hospitalized in the psychiatric unit, that happened over a year ago. I am not proud of it at all, but I know that because of this experience I am who I am. It has been a scary experience. I was locked in an absolutely white room without absolutely nothing, just a bed. I have heard people screaming and crying in other rooms. I was there without being able to leave the room without the vigilance of my mother, I've slept awful that night. 

3. This is the best experience of my life, I have learned to play the guitar. I learned it las year. And I'm very proud to know how to play guitar, I have started with simple songs: two chords, three maybe four chords. And today I know how to play some Jimmy Hendrix song, Metallica, Nirvana, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Cranberries… I love playing the guitar, in fact, do it and write are the way I best express myself.

HAVE NOT DONE YET 

1. An experience I have not done yet is to publish a book, I hope it won't take long to do it since this summer. When I publish my first book I Will sign with the name of "Margo". Mostly I am going to write the books in spanish, but I'll also write in catalan too and maybe just maybe I'll write in portuguese and english. 

2. Another experience I have not done yet is to travel around Europe, I hope to make it with my future boyfriend. It's a thing that I wanted to do since I am very small. And I really want to be eighteen to do it. 

3. Falling deeply in love with somoene and that somoene falls in love with me. It seems silly, but I am a person who lives a lot an emotion like love. I think love is for strong people, I mean it is something that is extremly nice or extremly painful. And sometimes both. I love the little details, in person of course. I love writting love letters. I hope someday to find somoene to look at me like the way I look at him. 

EVERYTHING HAS AN END

Sometimes I feel that things never progress, I feel stuck and tired. But now an important stage of my life is running out. Many people have left my life. Others have arrived. Time never stops for nothing or nobody. And the bad times only stay behind in time like the good ones. I have the feeling that in reality one never sees the light at the end of the tunnel. Just suddenly you are out of the tunnel. It's over, this time stage it is over. My entrance to the ESO didn't do me well at all, it was the worst stage of my life. I hope to start from scratch well. I hope that the problems are left behind with ESO. I really want to be able to leave all this behind. Those who love me, stay. And those that do not, leave. I want to finish this and never again think about it. I am going to thank all those who have helped me. And I hope I can forget all those who hurt me. I still don't believe that there is a month left until everything is over. 

POETRY OF AN OLD SOUL

This is poetry, 

chained to some bars of ash.

While the waves on the sea, 

break on the shore in a stunned silence. 

I would lie to you if I told you that I am happy, 

but it has been raining for a long time in my window. 

I am in a waiting room, called life. 

Where there is only one exit door. called death.

My lungs rot with every inhalation I take on my cigarette. 

My soul grows old while I write this. 

It is the poetry of an old soul. 

- Margo. 

THIS MAN

The story I am going to tell is absolutely terrifying. It is about a dream but in my opinion it is a nightmare. 

In 2006 in New York it turns out that a patient told his psychiatrist that he had dreamed about the same man many times so the psychiatrist asked him to draw the man on a piece of paper. Once again the man insisted to his psychiatrist that the man appeared in his dreams and that he did not know him at all. The man of the dream gave him advice of his private life. The draw stayed there in the office. 

A few days later another patient came into the office and observed the drawing telling that she also dreamed about the man. So the doctors began to investigate and they found out that many people had dreamed about this man. The fact is that "this man" is globally known. Nobody has a certain explanation of why so many people dream the same person. 

And you.. have you ever dreamed this man? 

ENGLISH AUDIO

Where are you from?
I am from Portugal, and she is from Brazil.
Ok.. It is the first time that you are in spain? 
No, we live here. 
Why are you in Girona?
Uh.. I don't know.. Why am I?
Yes.
We are here visiting. And we are going to trip in France,
Ok. How long are you going to stay here?
Only a few hours. 
Are you traveling with family or friends?
With a friend. 
Uhm.. what have you visited at now?
Only this coffe. 
Oh ok haha, what do you like the most?
Hahahaha, coffe… hahah
Do you know any words in catalan or spanish? 
In spanish yes, in catalan "merci, bon dia, bona nit i bona tarda". 
Have you ever tried any tipical spanish or catalan food?
Yes. 
Do you think Girona is expensive?
Uh... I don't know.
Do you see any diferences of your country of here?
Yes.. 
Do you know anyone who lives in Girona? 
No.
Is there anything you don't like?
No..
Have you watched games of thrones? 
Yes.
Ok, did you know that some seeting of season 6 were here in Girona? 
Not really.
So..well, they were here. Would you recommend Girona to your family or friends? 
Yes. 
Will you come back again?
Probably. 
Ok, thank you so much for your attention so well enjoy your holidays, bye!

BEST EASTER PHOTOGRAPH

I did not know what photo I should choose, so I decided to make a collage of some of my favourite photos that I took this holidays. 
They show a lot of moments that I passed. 
For me, each photography shows a piece of my person. I've always been interested in photography so this is a job that I think I can feel quite proud of. Most of photographs are of flowers, elements that I like or landscapes. They are rarely photographs where I appear. The first photograph is a "Margarida", this one was alone in the middle of a pile of a grass. And it caught my attention because it is a very simple and very pretty flower, that normally is in group, but this time it was alone. The next photograph it was taken a rainy day and I went to buy some clothes. So when I got home I put on my clothes and I took this picture, which I named "1999".  The third and the seventh were done at the same time and at the same place, and I like them a lot because they show no emotion. The fourth photograph is of my favourite place in the town where I live. The next picture is of my favourites shoes and if you notice the laces are untied. The sixth and last picture were taken the same day in the same place. And to finish I have to explain the photograph of the strawberries, strawberries are my favourite fruit. I love them because they are red, juicy, sexy and they are the fruit of the love. 

FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPHER

AN ICONIC PHOTOGRAPHS

AN ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH

Probably you've seen this photograph, or maybe you did not. Do you know who they are? It's a long story. And maybe this story that I'm gonna tell you make you doubt about the reality. 

They are the Pollock sisters. They were an english girls,they lived in Hexham, England. This photo was took on 1964. 

John and Florence Pollock had married and th ne and Joanna Pollock. Unfortunetly, the girls were hit by a car when they were going to school. They died at 1957. John and Florence, were destroyed by this event, and a year later John found out that his wife was pregnant again. Florence's doctor informed them that she was carrying one child, but time later they realized that florence was pregnant of twins. 
The 4th of October of 1958 Gillian and Jennifer were born.
John noticed that Jennifer had a strange White line across her forehead similar to her dead sister Jacqueline's scar from a bike accident. When he checked the baby's leg he also located a birthmark identical to Jacqueline's birthmark. 
When the family drove through to Hexam the twins started pointing out landmarks that they had never been to before. When they past the school that their dead sisters had attended they swore blind that it was ' their school' and they used to attend it. 
The twins were able to correctly name every teddy bear and doll that the deceased sisters had owned. 
When the girls reached the age of five their strange memories vanished almost overnight. They now live every normal lives. 

http://4esocastello.blogspot.com/p/project-2.html

FACE BLIDNESS

FACE BLIDNESS: "I CAN'T RECOGNISE MY LOVED ONES". 

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-47304678

Boo James is a woman who has a strange anomaly in her brain called "facial blidness". 

The doctors realized her rare condition, when once, she was at the bus and a stranger greeted her. There's nothing strange about it, except that, the supposed stranger was her mother. 

Her illness doesn't allow her to recognize the faces of people whether family, friends, strangers.. 

She never realized it, she simply thought that she had difficulty in socializing. The scientists are going to investigate the solution of the problem. 

For Boo James, it's extremely difficult to live in society because she doesn't know who is who, therefore she feels like another world.  

PLANS FOR A NEAR FUTURE

I usually talk about my past, about what catches me there, about the hapiness I had, and the sadness experienced. But I'm not someone who thinks a lot about the future. I just don't do it. And maybe that is because of my scant hope. I don't know. I just don't give too much importance to my existence. I don't want to seem negative, that's how I live the reality. 


But, this time, I would like to explain what I would like to do in my life. 

Now I'm at a strange stage, if everything goes ok I'm going to finish ESO this year. I want to study music, I'm between doing a "batxillerat of arts" or doing a profesional music cycle. I also want to dedicate myself to writing. In fact, nowadays I am writing a book. In a few years I want to go live in London, and I already have somewhere to stay. And I would like to give guitar and spanish lessons. Study in the university musical composition, and be in the conservatory. And to earn money, I want to work in a music store. There I would like to create a grunge band. And play in the rainy nights on the city. I would love my life to become this that I have written. 

MY FAVOURITE SONGS

I love music, so here it is a list of my favourite songs. Or better said, my playlist: 

Suicide Season - Bring Me The Horizon. 

Creep - Radiohead. 

Aneurysm - Nirvana. 

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace. 

Next To You - Alicks. 

Fear Of The Dark - Iron Maiden. 

Take Five - Dave Brubeck.

Riders On The Storm - The Doors. 

Something In The Way - Nirvana. 

Heroin - The Velvet Underground. 

Mater Of Puppets - Metallica. 

Insane - Feeding People. 

Dumb - Nirvana. 

I, The Sun - Lights On.

Californiation - Red Hot Chili Peppers. 

For Whom The Bells Tolls - Metallica. 

Stan - Eminem. 

Blood Gets Thin - Pete And The Pirates. 

Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers. 

Promises - The Cranberries. 

Stairway To Heaven - Led Zappelin.

Plateau - Nirvana. 

Toxicity - System Of A Down. 

Sultans Of The Swing - Dire Straits. 

Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People. 

MY NIGHTMARES.

When I was little, I remember having nightmares.  They were many years of constants nightmares. I think nightmares were one of the worst things in my childhood. 

I will explain my nightmares that overwhelmed me: 

1st Nightmare: I was four, five and six years old when I dreamed about this nightmare. 

• I was in a room, in a yellow room that had the walls painted with flowers. And in front of me there was an old wooden brown door. I was sitting in a leather armchair, and beside me was my mother sewing. Between me and her there was a table at night, and a large window with giant flower curtains. And suddenly, a being like my mother with black eyes, goes through the door, and pulls my true mother through the window.  Then I run through the floor and when I'm down, I see my dead mother. 

2nd Nightmare: I dreamed this nightmare at the same age that I dreamed the previous nightmare. 

• There is no context. They were pulleys that rotated non-stop and I could not get out of the loop. 

3rd Nightmare: This nightmare I dreamed it at the age of eight until twelve years old. 

• I was in the yard, from the school I went to, in a red horse that was there. There, everything was tenous and there was no one except a friend that I had. I left the red horse and I could see in the distance a tall man, but with a normal stature, dressed in black with a gift in his hand. At that momento I tried to hide and I wake up. A few months later I dreamed that I was in the middle of the street of the town I had lived when I was little, and again everything was in a tones like sepia, and then I saw the  that same man with the gift. And so during more dreams, they were different dreams but always of the same color and with the man dressed in black with the gift in his hand. The last dream was when I was twelve years old. I had awakened at night, in my house, and it made a tremendous heat as if it drowned me. I Heard a noise, like a blow, on the ceiling I picked up and climbed the stairs leading to the ceiling and once there, I managed to see a shadow near me and a horrible strench, well it smelled of someone dead. And when I got used to the light I had realized that everything was sepia, and yes, in the affirmation, that man was in front of me with the gift in his hand. Then, I noticed, that that man had no eyes, no nose, no mouth. It was just a head with ears, and a hat. I also realized that he had a very long arms. The whole fear of the wolrd entered me, and I start to run. And I saw that man chasing me like crawling. Then I went home, and I tried to hide myself. I got into a small room that is in the house that is like a storage room. I sat down and I stopped breathing. Then everything turned silent and suddenly the door opened and I saw a horrible hand as if it were burned and I saw the "face" of this man very close to mine. Then I woke up.