Proyectos fotográficos, culinarios, hojas, lápices, pinceles, cola, fimo, marcos, cajas, cuentos :s

P.d: Necesito voluntarios que se presten a mis locuras. No importa edad ni procedencia

Y es que la gente y las situaciones, siempre llegan en los peores momentos

Las horas ya no me respetan, ni las horas ni muchos otros.

Hay veces en las que una se da cuenta de que un ínfimo cambio en la vida, cambia mucho las cosas.

Las fortalezas forjadas serán invadidas por miedos, fantasmas y verdades.

At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her: she gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon her face.

`Wake up, Alice dear!’ said her sister; `Why, what a long sleep you’ve had!’

`Oh, I’ve had such a curious dream!’ said Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, `It was a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it’s getting late.’ So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, what a wonderful dream it had been.

But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her head on her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all her wonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion, and this was her dream…

Emocionándome con los primeros diálogos de Kyle :___)

Es indescriptible la pena que siento, y las ganas de pensar que no ha pasado, que sólo ha sido otro susto. Pensar que sólo ha sido una macabra obra de teatro, en la que al final de la representación aparecerán todos los actores de entre las rojas cortinas. Serán aplaudidos, recibirán flores y volverán a casa con sus familiares, para celebrar que aunque macabra, sólo era una obra y no la vida.

No creía que nunca recuperaría mi belén, no lo quiero para mí, quiero que siga teniéndolo ella.