Guido: [pretending to translate] The game starts now. You have to score one thousand points. If you do that, you take home a tank with a big gun. Each day we will announce the scores from that loudspeaker. The one who has the fewest points will have to wear a sign that says "Jackass" on his back. There are three ways to lose points. One, turning into a big crybaby. Two, telling us you want to see your mommy. Three, saying you're hungry and want something to eat.
Ayer el gato venia super feliz de un parque de diversiones.
Ya medio dormido pidio su tercera mamadera de "leche negra" (toddy comun y corriente) y en medio de la escalera se solto de mi dedo. 2 segundos en el aire se convirtieron en horas, no llegue a agarrarlo y se fue de boca como si tuviera rueditas en el pecho.
Lloro hasta mas no poder. Nada grave, un par de dientitos un poquito rotos y un moreton en el paladar.
Lloro hasta mas no poder. Nada grave, un par de dientitos un poquito rotos y un moreton en el paladar.
Guido: [carrying his son through the camp] You are such a good boy. You sleep now. Dream sweet dreams. Maybe we are both dreaming. Maybe this is all a dream, and in the morning, Mommy will wake us up with milk and cookies.
Ahora Carolina esta con el en la dentista a ver que nos cuenta..
..continuara…
from the forest
from the foam
from the field
that he had known
toward a river
twice as blessed
toward the inn of happiness
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
from a chaos raging sweet
from the deep and dismal street
toward another kind of peace
toward the great emptiness
I stood among them
I stood alone
boy boy
just a boy
just a little boy
My Teteo, just a little boy who's everyday becoming a little man
. after-post: lloro como un energumeno en el dentista pero esta todo ok con las raices y le dejaron los dientes como nuevos. Ya se puede caer de nuevo.
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