El blog de M.H Soler

                                              Friendship is for Sharing (Manuel Hipólito Soler) My name is Bart Polley. I am thirty two years old, and this is my story about how I found my place in the world and built my happiness thanks to music.  When I was a kid I used to have problems at school, but not with grades. I remember that I almost always had fights with my classmates. However, far away from all that social pressure, my grades were quite good.  Anyway, I have always enjoyed listening to music. I love many rock and heavy metal bands from my country like Queen , Pink Floyd , Sex Pistols and Iron Maiden . I also like pop music very much; especially classical greatest hits like those from Michael Jackson , Laura Branigan and the Swedish band ABBA . However, what I have always listened to a lot is classical music and Latin American and Spanish folk music...

  Two of the Lucky Ones (Manuel Hipólito Soler) I It had been a hot afternoon at the camp zones at the outsides of the city. Kimberly Hitchcock wished to finish the conversation at the campfire, but she didn’t want to go to sleep. Instead, she strongly wanted to get rid of all her classmates, except for one, who was very special. Kimberly knew Janet Lewis since both were sixteen years old. Both were, at that time, the newest girls in the classroom, due to that their families decided to move and transfer them to a new school. The first day, she thought that she was going to be alone until she could get on well with her new classmates, but it was a very big surprise to meet Janet and notice, after talking to her, that she also was new at school. They soon became very good friends, but there was a problem: Kimberly wanted to be something more than just a friend to Janet. She knew, thanks to certain rumors, that it was possible that Janet also was lesbian like her. She was there wantin...

My Shy Friend (Manuel Hipólito Soler) Hello, my name is Eddie, I am a seedeater. Months ago, I was walking through the forest, admiring the beautiful landscape, when I suddenly heard something like a cry.  I felt worried, so I went to look for where it was coming. I found a little human kid crying under a big tree. When he realized that I was watching him, he started to shout. He was really scared of me. He ran away, but he forgot his backpack and a chocolate.  I ran to him and I reached him, and I showed him his things, to make a sign of kindness. He stopped crying, and asked me who I was, what I was and what I wanted. “I am Eddie, I am a seedeater, and I just want to help you” I answered. Of course, that little boy couldn’t believe my words, because of course I looked weird (if you don’t know, I tell you now: I am a mix between a werewolf and a birdman, and I only wear my mask and my skirt).  - Why were you crying? – I asked him then.  - I have gotten lost. I am sc...