My first time... writing This is my first step. I think in spanish and is so difficult for me but I want to try it. I"ll make mistakes but let's go! Many years ago, my family lives in a farm and I dreamed with I get older in this place. I remember still the flowers' smell, the house's colors, the bird's songs. A winter's morning, mom was sad. She clean her tears and smiles for me. I understand everything, it was time for went away. The war, the damn war. Without nothing, just with pain in the soul. I promised me that I"ll go back someday because these was my little sky.