I is somewhat uneven, recently opened the new year and start to feel it in the past, leaving seduced by the last party that awaits us reserved for children ...
... and not so young for including me in the feast ...
Maybe I feel surrounded by two somewhat different situations, one being that girl who still sleeps in me and the other ... Men who have been that I have left as a surprise gift to my mother the day after its passage, the reasons for the emotions flow on this day touching my feelings.
Wizards Reyes has long been losing and gaining the initial role as D. Santa Claus, where they can have more time received toys for kids under the watchful eyes of their parents, before returning to school. But since there is no time to fashion to resist this globalized world we travel now, despite the economic troubles the kids and not so kids get gifts on the two dates, doubly bone ...
so abysmal is the difference when I was a child, what times those ...
kings My first gift I gave my godmother, was a doll that even today I remember the smell of roses, with its good-girl face that looked like an angel, it was so cute that I took her to everywhere, I fell asleep hugging her as if flesh and blood, and even baptized with the name "Purrusalda." (She never knew that that was the name of a dish of broth containing vegetables)
This happened when I was about seven, my most prized possessions were the wrist and three stories that are in my power, that magical touch that continues to hold hidden among its pages. When I open them on different occasions, I have a place that is overwhelmed by the loneliness that covers its rugged land, with absolute and daily by company, the clever fox, who came unannounced to steal that poor chickens girl who was all he had for company, and falling dusk the bats returned home to spend the night the compartment is separated from the adjoining room by a wall.
those were characters that time I did a shred of grace quite the contrary, the cute but I felt trapped by her musicality was the only night that I heard before falling asleep, wanting to be the cause go after him every morning when I wake up ...
And innocence is the hand that rocks the cradle ... Sisfrutado have a happy childhood between Mother Nature and I ...
And how you lived your first day of kings who still remember ...?
María del Carmen
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