Hi, I've written this, can you help me and tell me if it could be correct? An ocean of thoughts floods your mind. What are you looking for? Where are you running from? A deep scar rips through your soul. The need to unload sadness has brought you this, far from a suffocating everyday life and from a mother who is always ready to scold you. You didn't know what love was, passion has never overwhelmed you. You have a difficult background behind you. Sometimes destiny plays with your life like a painter who distorts the white canvas with the chromatism of his brushstrokes. Time had stopped, mesmerized by his eyes, by his smile. You understood that you still needed to love, you felt it on your skin, all over your body. He was like that, a narcissistic man with an obsession with control, he wanted everything to please himself. You have never seen the waves surrender, that's why you love the sea. Everything has a meaning in this life, even the silences, you just need to know how to listen to them and when the wave moves away to reach the land, the sea takes it back in its arms.

Hi, I've written this, can you help me and tell me if it could be correct? An ocean of thoughts floods your mind. What are you looking for? Where are you running from? A deep scar rips through your soul. The need to unload sadness has brought you this, far from a suffocating everyday life and from a mother who is always ready to scold you. You didn't know what love was, passion has never overwhelmed you. You have a difficult background behind you. Sometimes destiny plays with your life like a painter who distorts the white canvas with the chromatism of his brushstrokes. Time had stopped, mesmerized by his eyes, by his smile. You understood that you still needed to love, you felt it on your skin, all over your body. He was like that, a narcissistic man with an obsession with control, he wanted everything to please himself. You have never seen the waves surrender, that's why you love the sea. Everything has a meaning in this life, even the silences, you just need to know how to listen to them and when the wave moves away to reach the land, the sea takes it back in its arms.

Come si saluta in inglese?

Past perfect or past simple? I have a doubt about the verb tense of the last sentence, should I use the Past Perfect or the Past simple? 'Luckly we returned or had returned it to us' I write here the whole sentence to understand the meaning: After we got home, we found that someone had put our credit card in our mailbox. It was a big surprise to discover that this person was our neighbour who had seen it on the asphalt in front of our house. Luckly he returned it to us.

what is the best with the verb ANNOY? I have found this exercise and I don't understand what is the correct answer, please can you help me? What should I use? about/with/in 1 - Are you annoyed .... something? 2 - Why is the teacher so annoyed ... us?

What's wrong, Monica? “Yes papa, everything okay. The flight was quiet, Sicily is wonderful, and now I’m visiting the ruins of Valle dei Templi, I love this place; it is magic!” Monica explained on the phone while she was watching Facebook on the screen. “Yes, mam, Salvatore is a very nice, everyone here is very nice.” She confessed before stopping her forefinger on Alexander’s profile. Her mind became estranged from the conversation. She couldn’t even hear nanny Ligaya’s voice in the background because of the shock to see a photo where a girls was embracing Xender on the beach. They both were laughing and Alexander seemed very happy. “I love you, dad, too!” She closed the calling. “Everything okay, Monica?” Salvatore asked. “You look pale.” He held her by arms before she fainted. Then he lifted her up and brought her into the shadow like a knight in an old film. Concetta blushed with range. She breathed deeply and picked up Monica’s mobile phone with the intention to destroy it, but the photo that she saw on the screen changed her mind. Maybe is because this pic that Monica fainted, she thought, this boy should interest her, she grinned, he’ll be the key thanks to which Salvatore will forget Monica and he will love only me. Concetta looked at her loving reveal’s mobile again, took a picture of Salvatore and Monica together and posted it on Monica’s Facebook profile. On the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, on a wonderful beach in Côte d’Azur, Alexander was checking his HOME on Facebook. Suddenly his mouth opened and he was paralyzed with his ice-cream pressed on his lips. In front of his eyes there was a pic with Monica lying on an old step and a handsome boy who was supporting her. The scene remembered him a loving picture from Romanticism and the jealously grew up in his heart. “ “Hey, Xender, are you ready for a swim?” His fan Kim asked him friendly, but he didn’t answered. “ Everythin okay?” She insisted. Xender nodded. “So come on friends! Come here and took a picture for our album of holidays” Kim shouted, and when a tourist was read to shot she embraced Alexander again trying to licking his ice-cream. Misunderstanding after misunderstanding got Monica very jealous and sad. She continued to look at the screen and tears run along her cheeks. “Monica, what’s wrong?” Salvatore worried and took out a hanky to dry her tears.

The Tennis Teacher Don Vito’s voice shook Monica. “This way, please! Don’t be shy! My house is your house.” Monica followed him up the stairs until the large beautiful terrace. “Hope you like Sicilian cuisine, Monica. I’ve asked my chef to prepare his delicious cannoli and granite with brioche.» Monica gave a look at the long table that overlooked the amazing greenery. A boy and a girl were chatting on the right and gave the impression to be very close to each other. “Salvatore, come here please!” Don Vito shouted excited moving very quickly. “I want to introduce you Monica. Isn’t she beautiful?” Salvatore took her hand and kissed it as a real gentleman. “My pleasure.” He smiled, accompanying her to the table. “Sorry for my father. Sometimes he is too brash, but it’s only his Sicilian nature.” Monica reassured him with a nod of her head while she was sitting. “And this is Concetta, my...” “Tennis teacher.” Don Vito interrupted Salvatore’s speech. Servants began to pour coffee in the cups and serve it with the sweets. “Can you play tennis, Monica?” Concetta asked sharply. “Only football.” She replied. “Great! Football is the soul of Italy. You can’t say that you are Italian if you don’t play football.” Don Vito said. “Salvatore is a good player, too. You can play together, can’t you? “ His son nodded while he was biting a piece of cannolo. Monica smelled the aroma of candied fruit. It seemed fantastic. “So what are you waiting then? Salvatore stand up and show Monica our park.“ Don Vito turned to Monica. “We’ve got an amazing football field.” He confessed. “Some years ago I still played so good, but now I’m too old and my back is actually fused to this chair.” He laughed. Salvatore and Monica were forced to visit the park. The tennis teacher wanted to follow them, but Don Vito grabbed her wrist. “They need to stay alone!” He ordered, ignoring the disgusting expression in her face. Her jealous look followed from the terrace, thinking of something evil.

A Beautiful Place The chauffer drove all the way up to the of the hill to show Monica the post-car scenes and the temples of the amazing Valle dei Templi. She was enthusiastic, the ruins were more beautiful than she had imaged, and she was anxious to visit them. Driving along the road to the west she could even see the hypogea of the Byzantine age related to the cemetery area of the 6th century A.D commissioned by the Bishop Gregorio Magno of Agrigento. She took out the mobile and call Xender to describe her emotions. She made several attempts, but he didn’t answer. «Here’s Villa Bella!» The chauffer exclaimed, indicating a gorgeous building of the late eighteenth century. It was immersed in the archeological park of orange, lemon, almond and olive trees. A large terrazza overlooked the area as an old Greek divinity. Monica put the mobile back in her purse and lowered the car window to smell the scent of citrus fruit. Some servants were waiting for her. Don Vito went out from the villa and welcomed her friendly. “I hope that your journey was pleasant, my dear” he said, kissing her on her forehead. “ I had you to prepare the lunch on the terrace. Hope you are hungry, Sicilian cuisine is the best all over the world.” He smiled. Monica nodded and lifted her face towards some voices coming from the terrazza. A young Filipino woman was staring at her suspiciously.

The Trip Alexander was very sad when Monica entered into the car. He drove until the airport in silence because Mrs. De Luca was with her. Then they both went out. He helped Monica with her bags. The trip to Sicily would be long and he didn’t understand why Monica had accepted it instead of the holiday with her friends in Côte d’Azur. They had planned all year that trip and now she had decided to change her plans. Alexander and Monica looked each other for a moments. She was trying to say him something but Mrs. De Luca intervened promptly. “Be happy, my daughter!” She exclaimed. “And don’t be worry for anything. Don Vito and his amazing son will be ready to satisfy every your wish. Especially his son. We spoke on the phone for more than an hour. He is so excited to know you. He is so kind, so cute and very handsome.” She confessed with a loud voice. Her intentions were clear, she wanted that Alexander listened to her words clearly. Monica blushed. She didn’t want that Xender knew silly this thing. “What must have he thought and felt? Angry? Disappointed? Sad?” She asked herself while she was walking towards the gate. Her eyes tried to meet Alexander’s ones but she couldn’t. He was fixing the ground. Il only she had explained him all the situation, she thought and the guilt trickled into her heart. She wanted to run towards him, embrace him and tell how sorry she was not to go in Côte d’Azur but her mother was there and Monica was ashamed to show her feelings. “Call me back when you’ll arrive!” Mrs. de Luca said before dragging Alexander away. Monica greeted them with her hands but Xender didn’t answer it. The flight wasn’t long. She could admire the blue sea and the coast from the airplane. At the airport of Palermo a black Mercedes was waiting for her. The driver took he bags before opening the car door and let her enter into it.