A TOD @ S LOS You enter FIRST, GO TO THE ENTRY OF 22 FEBRUARY, WHERE MEDICAL HELP FAST I HAVE A PROBLEM, JUST ADDRESSES, CONTACT ... I leave a WHERE YOU CAN LEAVE SOME MAIL, OR ANYTHING TO LEAVE A COMMENT THIS ENTRY.
elenazulueta@hotmail.com
A TOD @ S THANKS FOR YOUR HELP
Today is Friday, finally after a long week, is approaching Rest, rest to mild and moderate that so many aspire after a hard week.
27 degrees!
Spring comes into my flat, light to pour prenetra gradually flooded everything with light and warm. Again my mind escapes, goes away, you leave without my consent, and away again in search of that shelter, so privileged that I have, so isolated ... something similar to my childhood ...
how will my plants?
Have they grown my asparagus?
I think ... I still think ... brings back, to escape ... escape ...
The city is nice, but not my thing, the peace of the country, attracts me, seduce me, called me up to hear his voice ....! see Elena, come!
privileged My childhood was full of quiet, peace, wander through gardens and climb the trees, live years, days, hours with my uncles, cousins \u200b\u200bOya Pardo with whom I grew up.
To the sound of their voices, I grew up under the watchful eye of Nevis and my grandmother Elena Salgado, I was learning, educating myself. I was breathing every particle of air, every clod of earth, each dish ...
remember every detail lived with intensity, his jokes, jokes ... sharing the bed with my aunts, Peace, Gloria, Pili ... playing the "memory" with my uncle Mito, laugh and ride the bike of my Uncle Johnny, his brother Javier, Jaime (the black, as a joke we called him), Gonzalo, the radiologist ....
But were the days of human warmth, genuine love, of feelings that remain after more than 40 years. Of quality deep feelings ... familiar ... and as I write I still hear your voice! see Elena, come!, do not let me stay, he sent for me, going ...
I think back to my childhood and I think back to my refuge: Vista Alegre, with the same name as my childhood, with the same feeling ... with the same love.
I let myself go ... I do not go alone, they are always with me inside, deep inside me.
Nieves, always by my side, I do not see, but I feel, not hear, but I speak .... The bisa, watching me, I smile ... slaps me on the shoulder, I encourages ...
escapes me, it's weekend, my feet they call me, my garden attracts me ... I will do photos, many photos and I will bring them ...
I carry my suitcase full of memories, go with me, can not be separated, and keeps calling me ... I still hear his voice, like a whisper, tempting ... the heat rises unmistakable sound, temperature makes it more transparent ... keeps calling me .... no resist and decide to let me go, go, run away ...
return on Monday, new ideas, new dishes, lots of pictures and thousands of memories.
do you will be dead moss? I wonder in a moment ...
See you soon, very soon ...
I'm late, the call is repeated and I get impatient,! I have to go!
I wish you a good weekend, with peace, tranquility, love ....
Thousands of memories with us ....
HAPPY WEEKEND
elenazulueta@hotmail.com
A TOD @ S THANKS FOR YOUR HELP
Today is Friday, finally after a long week, is approaching Rest, rest to mild and moderate that so many aspire after a hard week.
27 degrees!
Spring comes into my flat, light to pour prenetra gradually flooded everything with light and warm. Again my mind escapes, goes away, you leave without my consent, and away again in search of that shelter, so privileged that I have, so isolated ... something similar to my childhood ...
how will my plants?
Have they grown my asparagus?
I think ... I still think ... brings back, to escape ... escape ...
The city is nice, but not my thing, the peace of the country, attracts me, seduce me, called me up to hear his voice ....! see Elena, come!
privileged My childhood was full of quiet, peace, wander through gardens and climb the trees, live years, days, hours with my uncles, cousins \u200b\u200bOya Pardo with whom I grew up.
To the sound of their voices, I grew up under the watchful eye of Nevis and my grandmother Elena Salgado, I was learning, educating myself. I was breathing every particle of air, every clod of earth, each dish ...
remember every detail lived with intensity, his jokes, jokes ... sharing the bed with my aunts, Peace, Gloria, Pili ... playing the "memory" with my uncle Mito, laugh and ride the bike of my Uncle Johnny, his brother Javier, Jaime (the black, as a joke we called him), Gonzalo, the radiologist ....
But were the days of human warmth, genuine love, of feelings that remain after more than 40 years. Of quality deep feelings ... familiar ... and as I write I still hear your voice! see Elena, come!, do not let me stay, he sent for me, going ...
I think back to my childhood and I think back to my refuge: Vista Alegre, with the same name as my childhood, with the same feeling ... with the same love.
I let myself go ... I do not go alone, they are always with me inside, deep inside me.
Nieves, always by my side, I do not see, but I feel, not hear, but I speak .... The bisa, watching me, I smile ... slaps me on the shoulder, I encourages ...
escapes me, it's weekend, my feet they call me, my garden attracts me ... I will do photos, many photos and I will bring them ...
I carry my suitcase full of memories, go with me, can not be separated, and keeps calling me ... I still hear his voice, like a whisper, tempting ... the heat rises unmistakable sound, temperature makes it more transparent ... keeps calling me .... no resist and decide to let me go, go, run away ...
return on Monday, new ideas, new dishes, lots of pictures and thousands of memories.
do you will be dead moss? I wonder in a moment ...
See you soon, very soon ...
I'm late, the call is repeated and I get impatient,! I have to go!
I wish you a good weekend, with peace, tranquility, love ....
Thousands of memories with us ....
HAPPY WEEKEND
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