jueves, 6 de octubre de 2011

My present

After three years of being in a bubble,
after months of hatre and love with them, after a long and eternal honeymoon with my husband,
after the teerrible lose of you, dad, after the dream of being a mother, who I never got to be.
I found my self with you again, my writing
with the hole sound of typing
Trying to sew the pieces of loosely rags of my unventured life.
However insane one may be, happiness never refuses anybody a sweet smile.
I try to rebuild my building block by block sweating till my body can't even move one step more.