Mid-day's slightly heretic happiness
I love watermelons. Period. If god exists and we could eat him, I am sure that he would taste like watermelons. Or maybe shrimps.
An old lesson on how to face pain
Hey, mom! Do you remember how everytime that I was in pain (or fearing pain) you used to give me some candies, and those candies had the magical property of making me forget my pain?... You know what is ironic? That now I realize that I spent my whole life being "on candy": Money-shaped candy, alcohol-shaped candy, women-shaped candy, Tv-shaped candy, candy-shaped candy... They might not look like candies, but they were candies anyway, candies to help me forget my unabandonable pain... My whole life on candies... Am I pathetic or what, mom? Huh?... Say something, mom... Yes... You are right... Strawberry flavoured, please...
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me gusta como escribes en ingles, (este no es un caramelo de consolacion, es una dulce verdad)
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