on track. I've always done everything behind me .. compared to others. Other
.
I remember one afternoon .. this was my grandmother who was not many clothes .. one after another.
But the thing I most liked was to measure my height. Day after day .. and then exclaim happily .. "Lisa is taller than you! Child eat .. eat!" And I ate
..
Or a summer day on the beach ... when mothers looked at me and told me ..
"You have to fill that costume! See that you have skinny legs .. and then that piece of the above .. kids do not ever look if you do not eat ..!!"
And I ate and I covered myself .. ..
Large say without a lot of nonsense to imagine what they dig into the thoughts and can become shovels hammers .. picks .. deafening and the sky gray as industrial.
why I love words. I know how valuable.
I know the weight that one by one .. ..
When I meet the kids down with me magically cm non-existent .. I know my face ... takes the shape of their eyes.
Then verse.
Towards Towards all .. the colors .. the dancing .. love ... and to the big mouth to scream .. .. rowdy jump to mix and return.
There is no set age. There will we do these rusty gates: we like to look at the form but .. especially the rust that comes later.
We like it. One form of punishment for bad .. .. I know ..
Something that is not good. Certainly it is just that.
------------------------------------------------- -
Irene is 28 years old .. clean house from top to bottom .. and never stops until she decides. Eat fast
Irene .. often chew and take strong cough that puzzle and make it red like a strawberry .. Irene
cries and despairs .. biting his lips and raises his voice down .. tears my heart crack. He gets up and sits .. sits and stands up. Can dance
Irene .. Sa
make-up .. .. and she likes pink like the girls of the newspapers. He learned something
Bulgarian .. and does the dishes so fast that someone takes signs of strength .. and when the energy of their supporters.
E 'strong Irene. E 'courageous. Do not ever say anything when it hurts .. and if you have a fever .. but they love being pampered at a distance .. She does not need the hot water bottle.
Irene remembers everything. His memory surpasses time .. lists and carelessness. The perfection of memory .. fixed as lacquer figures and words .. tones and rhythms. It 'funny Irene.
His laughter echoes like the sun at noon ... when the bread on the tables yet know the life of the fields.
has the scent of lilacs on him .. but I have never seen any bottle there in her room ..
I think it's part of it .. and happy as she always laughs .. the perfume you feel everywhere ..
Sa .. read Irene knows how to spell "washing machine" .. "carpet" .. and even "kite" .. that one of the words is the most difficult ... always because of the "Q" .. which confuses the hearts with the pictures and vice versa. Irene
But the heart is not mixed up. Never. Irene
The heart directs him .. you take it without telling you ... stay there and start over without even asking permission.
Because if you think about it then .. who enters without knocking, he knows where to go.
knows that whatever happens .. the door will not turn to get her back.
In a cup that I took a day, has paid all his love for me .. with tears and agitated that mouth that spoke of meat to be cooked .. and butchers are always open.
Irene is another piece of life given to me ....
The one certainty is that the rainbow .. mica that is always after the rain ..
sometimes there is always, and sometimes .... if someone takes him in the eyes and heart as pure as the kids in the summer afternoons. Why
Irene is so .. a mixture of happy summers and springs from the colorful life turned that one day his mother gave her in August.
And the God who has supported you on the best lenses for a lost world.
0 comments:
Post a Comment