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The Wonder Years.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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Remember when you were little?
And no, drank, or left, or'd shake every bone your body to the rhythm of Who's that chick? but you locked in your room with the walkman and belt out the lyrics to Oreja de Van Gogh El Canto del Loco (yes, you never liked these groups chorras English, that's not music that you've been a fan of Metallica since two years ... but if I tell you is that the mother of Joseph ... you know me is as follows?).
and your friends come to stay home was the biggest event of the month, and you cogíais makeup to your mother, and jump on the bed with red lipstick.
And one day, you became young, and you bought (or you bought), your first high heels.
did not have red sole, nor more than nine inches, but most of them you feel a goddess.
you spent the day doing things (I was going to ballet, piano, music theory, dance Galician tambourine ..) and never get tired.
The minutes passed slowly during those two hours you had to wait after eating to swim in summer, and when they met
you ran into the sea, but the Atlantic water is frozen all year round. 
Blair had not come into your life (series junkies did not exist) but I knew by heart the chapters of La Banda del Patio. Dress
great Disney movies in theaters tiny, and cried with many of them ...
No, you did not know who was Anna Wintour. But dreaming to be Snow White, Cinderella, Jasmine ...
You saw cardboard castles and fairy wands tree branches.
I could spend the afternoon drawing and erasing on that magic board.
When, at times, an adult you pinch your nose and say habértela stolen, you will touch the face
concerned to see that still there. 
I laughed all over, you fell of the bike over and over again and just wanted Mom cried when you put a strip of drawings.
lived in your own world of fantasy and innocence.
But you were happy, and you made everyone happy around you.
Yes now you have to study to get a job someday, or working to earn money to live.
But inside you still have some of that little girl, the mother of the baby born, the only negotiating with cards and whose biggest lie was not, Mom, I have not broken the vase Lladró.
not forget to wake you from time to time.
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PD photos were bigger, but hey, you know, photobucket.
know another place to upload photos, which are biggie, and has no boundary you make me a favor!
for now, as l photo upload from photobucket previous entries are disabled until the 24th of this month. (
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