A propos de l'auteur _sophie
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Quelques mots sur moi
It is always hard to describe yourself. The thing is i've always loved things hard to accomplish.
Hi, my name's Sophie and i love Barcelona. I'm 20 and have everything i need to be happy. i used to think having loads of friends but i was wrong. Now, i realised which people are vital to my life and won't leave them for a while.
Without them, i wouldn't be me.
Some think i am shy. Others would say i am completly crazy. Both are true.
When i do not know someone, i am unable to speak without blushing.
When you know me, you can think some of my nerve cells miss. Maybe. But it's too late to change.
My motto is "Life and life will smile back." Sure, like everyone, sometimes i feel sad but let's say it is never too long.
I also love to rest, think about life and things, discuss during summer evenings and change the world. I somehow live too much in memories, trying only to remember good ones. I could not live without books, films and music. For me, books are sacred. A month without reading a book, inconceivable. Without my mp3, i feel naked. I devour films and watch it 'til i know them by heart. If i were rich, i would live in a cinema.
I am a student in LEA english, spanish, russian. In third year. All those uni years have been full of feelings, all was pleasure.
I idolise english and spanish. I am fond of London and felt in love with Barcelona. In both cities, i exult. Sheep are an adiction.
My dream is to go to US, live in NYC and talk english all day long. My second dream is to leave all i have and go for a road trip with friends, guitars and ambition.
Hello, i am Sophie and i love people.
Mes centres d'intérêt
_i love. Making Amélie Poulain's face when she's worried. Being annoying. To see you laugh. Listening loud music, dancing and singing like a fool. Cook cookies. Passing smiling-alone people in the street. London, Oxford, Barcelona and all the memories i've there. Taking stupid photos. Those evening in our room in Belle-ile. Receiving nice emails, postcards and sms. Having news from someone i though had forgotten me. Awaking in the morning and seing i have a few time left to sleep. Unnerving my brother, kissing him in the neck to see his vexed face and then laugh together. Travelling. All over the world if possible. Glandouilling on a chaise lounge in our garden. Entering a shop and hearing a song i love. Unrehearsed calls. Telling bad jokes that only make me laugh. Going to bed during sunrise. Watching stars in the sky while lying on the grass. Plunking down in cinema's chairs. When a small kid smiles at me or says something funny in the street. Finding the perfect book, song, film, website. Inventing the end of my dreams. Passing by a friend i had not seen for a while and see nothing changed. Notes left with nice words or a drawing. Looking the landscape scrolling though the windows. Finding old photos, letters, videos. Read again letters written years ago. Writting a letter or offering something without a reason, just to see the smile of the person in front of me. Raving about someone playing guitar or piano. Surprises. The moment after the end of a film or a book i loved and feelings or thoughs that come with. Surprises. Leaving for a trip. Discovering new countries, cultures and people. Seing a prejudice was idle. Sunsets and sunrises. And so on.
Mes films préférés
_i would have loved to play. Bish fish. Paris je t'aime. Garden State. Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain. Forrest Gump. The Notebook. Le temps qui reste. Je vais bien ne t'en fais pas. Virgin suicides. Angela's ashes. The dead poet's society. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Donnie Darko. American History X. L'auberge espagnole/Les poupées russes.
Mes livres préférés
i read to many books to write it but (l) Anna Gavalda, Marc Lévy, Werber, Philippe Delerm, Amélie Nothomb, Eric Orsenna, Apollinaire. Some titles : Angela's ashes, The lovely bones, Le petit prince, Autobiographie d'une courgette, Vous descendez, Les cinq personnes que j'ai rencontré là-haut, Vous aurez de mes nouvelles, Quand j'avais cinq ans je m'ai tué, Le bizarre accident du chien pendant la nuit, 107 ans, Et après, Le passeur, Quand je serais jamais grande,...