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How to flick a coin. Same old method, same old rules. However, three different ending postures which perhaps reflect the rareness in the personality of each individual. A completely missed expression, a meaningful hope face and an ‘almost!’ kind of look. Each of them distinctive and yet totally compatible. Susanna B

Because it’s summer, and memories are just waiting to happen.
 * Summer **. That unique word we all hope arrives. We wait all winter to feel the sand between our toes. Although we know it is going to come, we’re all anxious for it to arrive: those long days where our only concern is what to wear or where to go. Despite the fact that it lasts for 80 days, it is never enough and I would be delighted if it kept going on and on forever.

Judith A



All of us – I suppose – at some point in our lives, feel a melancholic feeling, a sense of imprisonment between the dreary limits of our daily routines. Therefore, one somehow starts to feel that one’s self existence is tainted, in some way or another. Obviously, at a young age it isn’t, but still, one needs to move to another place to see new things, to experience diverse and refreshing sensations. It is a necessity. Just in the same way as a lost man in a desert needs water to survive. Just in the same way as a bird needs its wings to fly, to escape alive from any savage and voracious predator.

Ana A



A debate arises between both, as they echo my inside. Hope and despair dwell within me; hope and despair //contend// within me. And as the sun sinks, as light is drained away, the struggle remains. It remains for one more day.

Pablo A

 I feel the wind battering my face. I hear the waves’ gentle ebb and flow in this tranquil bay. The smell of grass fills my heart with joy, joy and relief. It is here where I want to be. Here there are no troubles to be heard. Not even a boss, or a bank manager. Here there are no mortgages. Here there is only Nature, Nature and me. Nature does not require you to have undergraduate studies, or even to know a foreign language. Nature gives it everything to you and only asks one thing in return, just to be yourself. I would stay here forever and ever, thrust into my thoughts. Wait! Nature is calling me! I can hear Mother Nature! Jump! She says, Jump! Jump! What shall I do? Shall I merge my soul with amusement and delight or shall I condemn myself to tedium, monotony and disgrace in a World full of hate? How dreadful it is! No return beyond this point, I want to be free. I shall jump. Daniel C