Thursday, October 29, 2015

Scary poem


Under Your Bed
I am the one hiding under your bed,
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.
I am the one hiding under your stairs,
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace.
I am the “who” when you call, “Who´s there?”
I am the wind blowing through your hair.
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
Now that I lay my head down to sleep,
I am begging the Lord my soul to keep.
Promise me you’ll wake me before I’m dead,
Don’t leave me with the monsters in my head.

Happy Halloween!!



Friday, February 20, 2015

For you to practise the Present Continuous, have fun, I did!!

Friday, November 28, 2014

Friday, May 9, 2014

Los que están siempre de vuelta de todo son los que no han ido nunca a ninguna parte.

Antonio Machado