On fridays, I break.

Otro tropiezo, ...o sera solo el cansancio?

Me pregunto como sera la vida de los demás, como pudieron acostumbrarse a esto. 

Un poco me causa  gracia, hacer las compras y darme cuenta que no la tengo muy clara con los productos del super, y me quedo analizando cada uno y viendo sus ventajas y desventajas. 

( estuviste muy atinado con el ejemplo W)

Pero otro poco también me enerva .. tanta tranquilidad. 

Siempre me mantuve entre conflictos, kilombos propios y ajenos, y esta quietud me mata..  y mas los viernes.

Los demás días son geniales, deberé empezar a odiar los viernes y con toda la furia!

Anne

"There was a maiden, young and sweet

Whose parents left her all alone

being one year old, she was laid

down on a bed of cold, grey stone

How she survived nobody knew

for the wood was so dark and cold

but growing up she learned the truth

and got a heart, as pure as gold

And every time she ran through the meadows

and everytime she sang a song

there was this silvery light all around her

everywhere she came along

She did not fear the howling wolves

she did not fear the blackest night

they were the family she´d lost

so she grew up in nature´s might

The only thing that frightened her

was when she heard the hunter´s shot

and every time this cruel man came

there was a rain of tears and blood

And every time she cried for the fallen

and every time he killed a deer

oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears

every time this man was near

So she did love and she did hate

and grew a woman, wise and old

she lived life in a wonderland

with so much magic to behold

She knew the wood, she knew the wolves

she knew the deers, they all were one

they played with owls and unicorns

but then one day the girl was gone

And then it rained as if heaven was crying

for the wood´s lady now was dead

so the beasts carried her to her meadows

and in full bloom was her last bed"

Carved in Stone- The lady of the wood