The day of Earthquake

The day of the earthquake was returning from the friend's house. It had been one of these wonderful nights. Once in my house I took a cup of coffee while I was thinking about her. Around 3:00 in the dawn, I took my project (Furniture of wood and metal) and I put hands in the job. I was working when the earthquake started, I was quiet and I put in the door frame, while my family was down from the second floor. It happened blackout some thing fell off, broke others. But nothing major.
After the earthquake, my Mother was calling by phone all the night but, she can’t to communicate, my father and me was ordering my house. Fortunately we did not lose anything.
When my family was quiet I went to my friend’s house to watch as was she.

Welcome to “Primitive and absolute”

My name is… wait a minute, the name is important? I know, I going to write a blog, I must to be friendly. Fine; I’m Pablo Blásquez… but, I going to reveal just that.

First; I say the truth: This is homework for my English lesson. If you stay here, for any chance, you don’t expect a brilliant blog.

If you want to carry on reading “Primitive and absolute” It’s not my responsibility.
But, you feel comfortable; you enjoy my contradictory and honest way to write. And you don’t apply my words to defend your speech. Really, you don’t use.

If you have a complaint, about my awful English writing, you talk with my “inspired” teachers and your incredible idea “the blog” (okay, goodbye seven).

That it’s all… Goodbye

P.d1: I’m not the Pablo Blásquez that you think.
P.d2: I don’t want to explain the name “Primitive and absolute”