Friday, November 7, 2008

Daycare Costs In Miami

Sometimes I get to dream


Every ending is a new beginning

Sometimes I get to dream and take my black little car, I turn on U in Mariano Otero, in my ipod listening to shameless sessions, the ciagrros are in my bag and look blind by hand, until the packet is identified, a sack and I turn, I walk across the bridge and came to Children's Heroes, I park outside the Oxxo, the smell of roasting meat fills me nose, I 2 tacos and a volcano, filled with as much sauce there, my favorite one of chile de arbol with peanuts ...

Suddenly the handset repeats as merolicos: This is Hampstead, next station is Golders Green, please mind the gap; brings me back to my reality, I get off at this station, cold off the wagon when I punctured on the face, my long coat and scarf are not enough to take it off (it is a Indeed, I never get used to the cold) and then sigh, sigh for all that has been there or elsewhere.

I wonder if you always leave so much out there, like bread crumbs in a fairy children, scattered around to show us the way back, or simply as a landmark in the history of our lives, a reminder of something we were and are no longer or never cease to be. I love my country, complete with drug dealers, and rotten government, I love my country because there was born there and my parents live in a house that I call my home, I love him and miss him, net so ... I am an alien, I am a little alien ...

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