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A book’s life…

I’m made of paper.

I’m white in the inside

and colourful on the

outside. People have been

using me centuries ago

and they will never stop.

I will be the most “real”

thing on earth, when

everything will be digital.

I’ve killed a whole tree,

in order to be what I am

right now, but it really

worths the loss.

I might be made of

paper in material,

but I’m actually made

of words. Thousands

of words all together

build me. I possess all

the knowledge that

exists. Internet is nothing

to me. I’m the most important

of all computers and I

will continue to be,

because books cannot

be lost in time. 

An umbrella 

I’m

like a huge hat

above people’s heads. Rain

hits me, but it doesn’t hurt at all,

it’s ok, ΄cause this is the aim of my life.

I never see the sun. Every time I go outside, I see a

dark sky full of clouds. People are grateful to me, ΄cause

if

it

wasn’t

me,

their

clothes

and

                   hair       would

                   be         like…

             Uh!