A mí me gusta escuchar de otoño in españa.  Me puedo imaginar los bares de tapas, el bello clima y Diada Nacional de Catalunya en barcelona.  Mientras todos españoles de vacaciones, quiero disfrutar de españa.  Aquí en sur de florida, no hay otoño.  Es siempre verano bonito, pero sinceramente, echo de otoño del norte.  Especialmente echo el perfume en el aire de las hojas, los partidos de fútbol americano y los enormes fiestas.  Desafortunadamente, la uníca manera yo puedo celebrar el otoño es beber el café zapallo.  

A square peg into a round hole

For as long as I can remember, my dad has been an ardent football fan. When he was a young lad, he used to kick makeshift balls all around my grandma’s house, driving her crazy. As a teenager, he managed to join an amateur team, but a knee injury shattered his dream of becoming a professional footballer. Consequently, as I was his first boy, I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. Needless to say, the attempt was a complete disaster. I was always lost on the pitch, and the spectators could not help groaning at my clumsiness every time I went for the ball. I felt miserable, dreadfully missing the few moments I could read my favourite books, which had been gathering dust for months.

Eventually, when I had had enough of being the laughing stock of my team-mates, I resolved to let my father know of my decision to quit the sport. “Dad, I’m not a natural-born football player, I must tell you," I told him without any hesitation. Then, I shattered his illusions forever: “I will never be a playmaker like Brindisi (one of the Boca Juniors’ top-scorers in the eighties). I want to be like Edgar Allan Poe."

“A hopeless lush? What do you mean?” he cried suddenly.

“A writer, daddy,” I retorted.  I want to be a renowned author."

He just lowered his head, gave me a big hug and let me go. The tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Note:  When writing a narrative like this, when switching voices between yourself and your father's, it's approrpiate to separate them into separate paragraphs, although this type of paragraph spacing is not a rule.  Also, punctuation like periods, commas, and question marks always go inside the end of the quotations.  For example, this sentence:  "I forgot my applesauce," the boy said.  Placing a comma at the end of the quotation marks is a common mistake that even native English-speaking college students make, but it is still incorrect.

The person who corrected you initially is right.  You could certainly pass for a native writer of English in this piece you submitted.  Well done!

Look for interest groups in your area.  If you're a woman, join a woman's group, a book club, or a yoga class.  Do you have kids?  Join a mom's group.  If you're a young woman with no kids who likes to go out in the evenings, there are even clubs for that, especially near larger cities.  There are even churches now you can join that have social groups that are age and interest related.  Did you serve in the military or were a part of a school or other organization?  There might be an alumni group nearby you could join.  Whatever you do, though, you have to be intentional about making friends.  If you go out to the grocery store and meet someone and end up having a conversation, don't just walk away.  Say, "I really enjoyed talking to you.  You know something?  I just moved here, and I don't have very many friends.  Would you like to just hang out and have coffee sometime?"  What do you have to lose?  I've gotten many new friends this way since I've moved to Miami.  It made me uncomfortable at first, but the ones who say 'yes' have turned out to be the best friends I could have ever imagined.  There are a lot of people who are in your same situation, but just don't feel comfortable reaching out.  Go out and get some friends!

The worst part for me so far is verbs and prepositions.  And nouns.  And not sounding like a bad Latin soap opera when I speak the language.  And that thing where you don't know if it's one word or four words because they call kind of run together?  Especially when they're Puerto Rican, and everything runs together so fast?  Cubans and Puerto Ricans.... need.... to.... slow.... down.  Actually, nevermind.  I can't pick out one thing.  It's all difficult.  BUT I LOVE IT!!!!

Revolutions.

FromIn my view, Revolutions a revolution is the right way for people to express their anger and resistance to  

(corruption, poverty, hunger, sickness, and dictatorship) .

(The revolutions of the Arab sSpring) which began from Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, then Syria will lead us

to be freethe same freedom likeas the other nations which believe in humanity and democracy.   and This will make us live as we want to, not as our Arab dictators want us to live .

I believe that revolutions will lead and prevail atin the end.