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Echo de menos el invierno, caminar entre calles cubiertasde nieve y sentir el frío.
Me encanta llegar a casa y sentir el calor de una taza de té.Y arroparme con kilos y kilos de mantas.
Me gusta llevar diferentes capas de ropa y aún así sentirfrío. Hay menos gente por la calle y la ciudad resplandece con diminutas gotas de hielo.
No me gusta la idea de volver al calor del verano, esa època en la que deseo tener aire acondicionado y una piscina al lado. Odio llevar la mínima ropa posible y aún así tener calor, no me gusta que el sol me queme. En el invierno el sol es bienvenido porque sé que no me va a quemar.
Y lo peor del calor es que siempre enfermo.
" ''It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It's a present from the White King and Queen. There now! "
"It is really?" said Alice, quite pleased to find that she had chosen a good subject, after all.
"They gave it me," Humpty Dumpty continued troughfully, as he crossed one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, " they gave it me-for an un-birthday present."
"What is an un-birthday present?"
"A present given when it's not your birthday, of course.""
Lewis Carroll, Alice Through The Looking Glass
Gracias por los regalos ^o^
(El del corazón estaba muy rico)
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when I was in his bed, and my father had sold me I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded And when I am buried at least I was married I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be dead Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable My life is arranged but this union's deranged So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be dead When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger Or at least until husband finds someone younger Yes, fertilization is part of my station I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's! But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be dead What beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed So why do I wish I was...
