Three in one:
I look forward to the door I leave the airport after customs have an in-depth review (Results: No more than a blancmange surprising that requisition). Many faces, a woman with heart-shaped balloons, people just as eager for reunion with their loved ones. Quickly seek the face of my sister, my mother, to my grandmother .... No, not fucking, another time I prefer the emotion in a sigh, again note the reality of now, things are not like before. He pulled out some coins under my mother's cell phone, no answer. 15 minutes later, three calls made, answered. Still come on the bus. I wait. Okay, now things are different. Everything changes.
II
is the night of last year's solstice, the winter. Coincides with a full moon night special, clear. The bathroom in the moonlight floods the street, bodies, covers a silver coat everything. Earlier I offered my mother do a meditation at home, she suggests the beach. Why not, he asks. Sure, I think, if the beach is on the beach! The only one not going is my sister. Witnessing my grandmother, my mother and I met with the times.
The back of a hotel is our place. Darkness attended the meeting, however refulgeante light of the moon illuminates us. I keep two white candles I light in the middle of the triangle formed by the three, they sit in one of those typical tanning benches beach or pool and I in the sand. The sea moves, flies, and in a shiny dark silver jump here and there on the tip of the waves. It looks like a silver rain, as if the stars were at sea, as if the sky were reversed. We close our eyes. Meditate. We are freed from many burdens. When you open your eyes my grandmother said she thought see the sky in the middle of the candles resting on the sand. I really thought we were all in the sky at the time of such beauty.
III
went shopping. My sister, creative curls, has but a few clothes and one pair of shoes. It is not only growing faster than what you buy things, but he is among the morass of adolescent transition. It is no longer a girl, not a girl, and does not like butterflies in the blouses, and do not like pink and light blue colors, and do not want the same type of blouse, and does not like .... blusasssssss it was bought by men's shirts but her parents called to order. Hahaha. Luckily I have not asked me. Leaving
as I said, three hours away by bus to reach the desired commercial center: Dolphin Mall The attitude of "Mamera" laziness, it desobligante attitude, boredom itself extending to us, with an attempt to patiently endure the absolute time. Until the thing breaks, I loose the drama, my mother sends her to hell and she reacts. His attitude improvement. Adolescence divine treasure, I think in a sarcastic way. Lapaulisloveyou talk to a girl, someone to give us a clue: "may not want to buy clothes with her mother and brother, maybe he wants to do it alone or with friends of her age, is already one to that old mom does not want there ", get up look, my mother inside the walk-in closet. What invasion! I understand, I tell my mother. Ahhh, blessed be lapaulisloveyou.
I look forward to the door I leave the airport after customs have an in-depth review (Results: No more than a blancmange surprising that requisition). Many faces, a woman with heart-shaped balloons, people just as eager for reunion with their loved ones. Quickly seek the face of my sister, my mother, to my grandmother .... No, not fucking, another time I prefer the emotion in a sigh, again note the reality of now, things are not like before. He pulled out some coins under my mother's cell phone, no answer. 15 minutes later, three calls made, answered. Still come on the bus. I wait. Okay, now things are different. Everything changes.
II
is the night of last year's solstice, the winter. Coincides with a full moon night special, clear. The bathroom in the moonlight floods the street, bodies, covers a silver coat everything. Earlier I offered my mother do a meditation at home, she suggests the beach. Why not, he asks. Sure, I think, if the beach is on the beach! The only one not going is my sister. Witnessing my grandmother, my mother and I met with the times.
The back of a hotel is our place. Darkness attended the meeting, however refulgeante light of the moon illuminates us. I keep two white candles I light in the middle of the triangle formed by the three, they sit in one of those typical tanning benches beach or pool and I in the sand. The sea moves, flies, and in a shiny dark silver jump here and there on the tip of the waves. It looks like a silver rain, as if the stars were at sea, as if the sky were reversed. We close our eyes. Meditate. We are freed from many burdens. When you open your eyes my grandmother said she thought see the sky in the middle of the candles resting on the sand. I really thought we were all in the sky at the time of such beauty.
III
went shopping. My sister, creative curls, has but a few clothes and one pair of shoes. It is not only growing faster than what you buy things, but he is among the morass of adolescent transition. It is no longer a girl, not a girl, and does not like butterflies in the blouses, and do not like pink and light blue colors, and do not want the same type of blouse, and does not like .... blusasssssss it was bought by men's shirts but her parents called to order. Hahaha. Luckily I have not asked me. Leaving
as I said, three hours away by bus to reach the desired commercial center: Dolphin Mall The attitude of "Mamera" laziness, it desobligante attitude, boredom itself extending to us, with an attempt to patiently endure the absolute time. Until the thing breaks, I loose the drama, my mother sends her to hell and she reacts. His attitude improvement. Adolescence divine treasure, I think in a sarcastic way. Lapaulisloveyou talk to a girl, someone to give us a clue: "may not want to buy clothes with her mother and brother, maybe he wants to do it alone or with friends of her age, is already one to that old mom does not want there ", get up look, my mother inside the walk-in closet. What invasion! I understand, I tell my mother. Ahhh, blessed be lapaulisloveyou.
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