1.- Re-invent the "Happy Birthday Song" in Perú.
2.- Begin a silly familiar tradition that will continue generation to generation until they forget the person that created that tradition.
3.- Write a tree, plant a child and have a book.
4.- Make a world trip in one year and make a lifetime friendship in every country.
5.- Meet the love of my life and form a family with him.
6.- Learn german, chinese, swedish, english and french as a second lenguage.
7.- Change someone's life.
8.- Invent a new word and make the put it in the dictionary.
9.- Read 100 books (or more).
10.- Be a happy human being and make someone happy 0:)
Friday, March 14, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Talking to my shadow
Walking down the street at midnight I found myself alone...looking around i saw some people but i couldn't hear their voices...some how i realized that near the corner there was someone waiting for something, just looking to the ground with a faraway look. I turned right and I saw this person's shadow very close to mine, as if we were walking together, his hands moving very quickly and his legs moving fast too, seconds later he said...-Forgive me for the time that has passed, it will never happend again, and don't kill with that cold look you have like the last time. This time, it will be better but please, forgive me...-
Now I remember...all those bad memories and of course all the good ones. I remembered his bright eyes, the first song he composed, that poem he wrote, those long walkings in the forest, the day we danced in the rain, those piano lessons, those library kisses, the day we got lost in the middle of London, those surrealistic conversations, that chaotic live we had going from bar to bar every night, that day at his father's funeral, the day he cried for the first time in front of me, that laughs in the train going to the beach, those nights in the beach, the number of stars we counted that night, that list of crazy things to do written in my diary...his hair, his eyes, his mouth, his hands, the day we broke up...and our first reconcilation...
My heart started to beat harder, my brain was paralized, one second later, i had thought in a million words to say...
Two seconds later i was looking at him again, 2 years later, with nothing to say...after all the things i have done...
Finally, i reacted with an "I forgive you"...
It was April 22nd the next morning, I woke up and I had this bad feeling, i don't know if it was the headache or the lack of caffeine in my blood but i had the feeling that something was not going very well.
What would mean his return? better or worst time for us? The answers came very quickly...I'm less naive now.
Now I remember...all those bad memories and of course all the good ones. I remembered his bright eyes, the first song he composed, that poem he wrote, those long walkings in the forest, the day we danced in the rain, those piano lessons, those library kisses, the day we got lost in the middle of London, those surrealistic conversations, that chaotic live we had going from bar to bar every night, that day at his father's funeral, the day he cried for the first time in front of me, that laughs in the train going to the beach, those nights in the beach, the number of stars we counted that night, that list of crazy things to do written in my diary...his hair, his eyes, his mouth, his hands, the day we broke up...and our first reconcilation...
My heart started to beat harder, my brain was paralized, one second later, i had thought in a million words to say...
Two seconds later i was looking at him again, 2 years later, with nothing to say...after all the things i have done...
Finally, i reacted with an "I forgive you"...
It was April 22nd the next morning, I woke up and I had this bad feeling, i don't know if it was the headache or the lack of caffeine in my blood but i had the feeling that something was not going very well.
What would mean his return? better or worst time for us? The answers came very quickly...I'm less naive now.
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