Languages

I love languages. Languages are a new way of seeing stuff. Sometimes, you just live inside a bubble, inside a society which sees things just one way. But when you are uttering a different language, different sounds and structures, I guess your mindset also changes.

I love English. It was the first foreign language I learned and it took me so long to catch it well. I started at 12 years old and I’m not finished. I love hearing different accents, especially the ones spoken in Great Britan. It is fascinating the way they speak so differently, and I do not even know what is it that I love so much about their accents. They are so rich and full of music to my ears.

I love French. French is like a lover full of desire, a lifestyle, a calling. French is the ultimate frontier for what is unknown to myself. I love it. I absolutely love it. I started with this language when I was 18 years old, and as you may suppose, I am not even finished.

I love Russian. I lived for two months in a Russian-speaking city, and it stroke me the way people sing and converse in this unusual language to me.

I love Portuguese. It is romance with joy. Portuguese is a female telling me to relax, enjoy, and have fun.

I love Spanish. Despite all the mistakes I make in this language. I hate making mistakes as it is my native tongue. I love it.

Anyway, one never ceases to learn a language. It comes and goes. Culture remains. It is one of the greatest joys humans have: LANGUAGES, people.