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A Dream
I was wearing an elegant dress, in a luxurious house. While walking down the stairs, I felt pleased to see my father standing there, smiling.
Everyone was waiting for me to open the ball with dad, who was a handsome man.
I have never felt as happy as that night.
Hello darling! It has been so long time since we last met. Perhaps a year…
Nothing has changed here but coldness.
Wait! If my memory works it was a November 1, like today.
One year, darling!
You don´t have to bring anything!
Why flowers?
Why are you crying?
Darling?
“I will check in the living-room,” I said to my sleepy parents that January morning.
“We have to wait!” I whispered as I came back, scared and excited after seeing their silhouettes through the glass-door.
We all waited.
Then, I remember my parents smiling and I in my new colourful gown.
Sweet Ignorance
She was talking very excitedly but suddenly she stopped and I turned round to look at her. She had a far-away look and was doing sucking gestures with her mouth. When I went up to her she continued talking like if nothing had happened. She had got her mother´s illness...
Waking Up
I get up at 5.45 a.m. When the alarm-clock goes off, I turn it off. I don’t get up. I remain in bed till 5.50. However, if asked about when I get up I say 5.45. I’m not lying, because my alarm-clock is five minutes ahead of me!
This is the fourth shop I visit today. Oh! It's perfect: a candle. Cheap, beautiful and… cheap. I think Joan will like it… because that's what we usually do, although we hate the gift.
Wrapping presents is Art, a challenge. That's why I ask always for help.