"Try to describe what Guernica makes you feel"

This is the war, its consequences, something done by the human that I hate.
If I watch this painting, the first things I feel are "pain", "sadness" and another awful bad things. "Pain" because of imaging what people at that time could feel and because of the other humanity's face. And "sadness" is the consequence of this first feeling that does not leave me feel other thing.
I hate the war.

Peer editing- describing someone

My partner, with whom I use to be in all my classes, at first time was someone introvert and shy from my point of view, but just because I didn't know her at all. In addition, she told me: "at the beginning I'm not so talkative, but I'll be so different in a few days" so now I can say that she is someone happy, funny and attractive, although she looked like a person "without feelings" before knowing her (I must explain I say this with respect and a friendship love). Also, I would say she is extrovert, smart and thin physically.
I like my partner more and more.

Describing a place.

I think this picture is about the Giant's Causeway, a great famous place on the coast of Northern Ireland, United Kingdom. The first I feel when I see it is "peace" because I think it's a quiet place that I really would like to visit one day. The Giant's Causeway is a stone formed by hexagonal blocks that at the beginning were just lava. In my opinion it's an attractive and unforgettable place where I wold feel relaxed hearing the sea against the rocks and where I would stay for a long time.

"Poem"

Fear of loosing a good friend.
Fear of dying before have become my wishes true.
Fear of going loosing my life.
Fear of living in the street.
Fear of not having anyone.
Fear of politicians.
Fear of not living.
Fear of marks.
Fear of the planet´s future.
Fear of loosing the thing I most love.
Fear of people.
Fear of things that could be hidden in the darkness.
Fear of injustice.
Fear of social inequalities.
Fear of society.
Fear of ignorance.
Fear he'll not come back to me.
Fear of the silence I feel.
Fear of earthquakes.
Fear this day will end without any new knowledge.
Fear of waking up to find anything.
Fear of not loving and fear of being loved.
Fear that what I want to be kills me.
Fear of my thoughts.
Fear of my monsters.
Fear of life.
I've said that.

First practice.

Three days ago, our teacher made us do four exercices in class.We had to do topics about three different things, latter, make a list of spontaneous ideas connected with these topics.After have done all this, we had to do a mapping with these ideas to be able to write a redaction better, but something I didn't like so much was that we did not have to "think a lot"/strive...the teacher didn't want it.
So if I had to say what exercice I prefered, I would choose the mapping. It was the funniest.I had never done something so, it was different. I should do it more times.
Bye.

Why this blog?

Hi everyone who is going to read this blog(I think just two or less people).I wanted to explain why I'll be writing on this new blog this year: this is just for an english writing class. Also, you have to know I´m not a good writer in english, so, please, don´t have in consideration my future typos(they will be a lot)
I hope to grow my knowledges and skills up in english, although a long time will pass until I'm a good writer. Cheers and "enjoy".