O, which is the same: "Where there is a dream, there is always a way" ... This is what it says the bookmark they gave us C.yE. on Monday, after sharing a M.yP. injera
I started this post a million times, until I came to have complete, but "something" has not published it ... Internet failed, failed blogger, small pieces were erased and now I saw that you had deleted toooooodo (and I assure you it was long) and had been the title ... So I give homage to the title, powerful and very meaningful to me, for us, and forgetting that he had written an entry with a defeatist tone.
Today is Sunday, the sun makes a fantastic and yes I feel that this will be the week ... That the stars make a conspiracy for that lady who has to sign that paper to find the pen and when y. .. presto!! And be with us ... I think the stars have it easy, do not need miracles fetched, only the coincidence of a hand, a pen, paper and time, something so routine that is easy to satirize with it, right?
This I am writing today with some humor, has made me dust this week, a new state, still had not felt: the vulnerability ... How, people who do not I know, or know me or know me never have in your hands my future, my life plan ... Perhaps the most important things that will never be a mother, dependent on others, those who can not go to play your door and tell you how important it is for you and your hij @ they pick that pen, paper and sign the ... That makes me feel vulnerable ...
But that was last week, feelings and emotions are turning around and around ... I'm learning a lot: about me, life, and disagreements, of us, other ... If all this had to happen for me to learn, I assure you I have done. Now, with the master under his arm, and after this long journey, I am prepared to go to sleep ...
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