If I were english,
I would feel finally at home, in my own body, speaking the right language for me. I would be craving scone and butter in the morning and love porridge in cold rainy days (as I already do). I would take my usually tea at 5, chatting with some friends about clothes and royal gossip.
If I were english, I would pet squirrles in the park, while hoping it won't rain cos I would forget my umbrella at home as usual. I would get lost in the streets of London wondering about clouds and stars, reciting a poetry, thinking out loude. Shakespeare would be my best friend when I feel low, all One Direction's songs the soundtrack of every moment and the rain the background of my night walks.
If I were english, I would go and visit Notthing Hills over and over again in the hope of meeting my Hugh Grant and live my love story. The real love that every teenager dream with high and lows, kiss and cries, magic and happy ending.
If I were english, I would spent my afternoon on the banks of the Thames dreaming of a future like a real princess.
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SE FOSSI..
Short Storyl'identità personale è forse l'incognita più temuta e diffusa nel mondo; ogni giorno ci chiediamo chi siamo e chi vorremmo essere, cerchiamo di capire la nostra essenza, seguire il nostro vero essere e diventare la parte migliore di noi. Molte volt...
