domingo, noviembre 23, 2008


All children, except one, grow up. They soon know tha they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old, she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why cant´t your remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You allways know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Nuevo libro en mi mesilla de noche. Espero que esté ahí durante mucho tiempo para que lo pueda leer una y otra vez, junto a mis articulillos revertianos.
Y hoy toca esto porque quiero que toque esto (o lo que es lo mismo, darse una pequeña vuelta por... :) ).

Buenas noches, mientras siguen sonando los últimos acordes...