Y sin embargo...

To explain this last series of posts I must employ my mother language:
"a mi es con lo que me coje". In reference to this post in specific, its prelude is this:
Porque una casa sin ti es una oficina
Un telefono ardiendo en la cabina,
Una palmera
En el museo de cera

When the day is beautiful, I...

The day was cool and breezy, not a single cloud in the sky and sunshine that made every color vibrant. What else could I ask for?

Friday, June 11

After getting reset, my phone set its time and date to Friday, June 11 at 8 am. After so much turmoil in a single summer I wished -really wished- that it actually were Friday, June 11.