"Mom, I'm tired of dying my hair, I leave it with me with gray or white, I might like.
Encarnita "No, no you name it. That is very ugly. I do not want to throw you over years.
This conversation more than once had with my mother. It is curious that a woman tell me that I was only going to the hairdresser for a haircut, but never a stain. He put a liquid that occasionally made him drunk and gray.
Today, just before the year 2010 to a close, I ask disappears as soon as possible, not wanting to do, I decided to dye my hair in memory.
I dressed and I put mascara for her to look good.
Why do I have to put mascara happy moments like this? I stand rubbed his eyes, but without realizing it I know I will. Tears, hold on until I go to sleep.
Twelve grapes, bittersweet thoughts about the past and the future. Twelve segments that enter the mouth and fall into a sensitive stomach. Twelve ocher green ovals that make honey when you expect the unexpected, the beautiful, warm, surprising, important, the desire that many of our projects can be realized. The others ... have many years to achieve them.
Today I eat all the problems with the sound of bells, so that tomorrow awake with the best smile.
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