Vacaciones seee¡¡¡¡

El espacio perfecto para dormir todo lo que no he descansado ni descansaré miesntras haya actividad escolar. Para estar huevoneando hasta largas horas de la mañana-tarde-noche, para leer lo que se me antoje sin preocuparme por los kilos de silogismos, fotos, ensayos, identidades trigonométricas , en fin, que no he hecho.

Y principalmente, un tiempo perfecto para que mi niña interior, mi musa y el Duende se encuentren y beban té de almentras con leche. Porque eso de andar a las carreras los hace escapar y esconderse, nos hacen malas jugadas y también provocan caídas.

Suerte!!

I found myself

"And She Was Gone"
By Ginger Foutley
from the season 3 episode

She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.