... y todo comienza, como jugando, a las 6 de la tarde....
como jugando pues, uno, no es mi horario a trabajar, tampoco son mis alumnos, y mirando en perspectiva: ni siquiera mi ciudad, y eso se hace super latente hoy cuando al ver por la ventana veo el cielo caerse de a poquitos en pedacitos blancos y, como jugando, van cubriendo el suelo.... q vision para hermosa y pues bien, no me contengo, ni siquiera intento y en medio de una oracion, un grito sale del pecho mio: "¡Esta nevando!!"
Y en una noche sin planes, entre agujas y blablablas acabamos en un bar, y, sin saberlo, y a la hora precisa, un par de tanos hacen la pregunta indicada: ¿cuantos anhos tenes? the automatic "32" jumps out but a quick glance at my phone corrects me: "33, 33"...
Saturday now, an a parade of newly found friends make their way into my apartment with their hands full of decorations (to be read: food) chatter fills up the kitchen. It doesnt matter what language: the kitchen will always be the Queen, its attractive power is beyond words....Eat, drink, be merry but even here, is a well known fact, my evenings are ot complete without some dancing, so out we go: down into the street, up into a bus, taking over a bus, jumping into the metro.. well, almost everybody jumping into the metro... the clamour is heard "we've lost Estela", actions: somebody: retake contact, everyone: out the metro, we're camping here... 3 extremely long minutes later, un reencuentro digno de la tivu, to include a M. Jackson reprise ;)
And the night goes on, but the idea has already been sketched: thank you all for the moments shared...
Merci l' Universe!!!!
como jugando pues, uno, no es mi horario a trabajar, tampoco son mis alumnos, y mirando en perspectiva: ni siquiera mi ciudad, y eso se hace super latente hoy cuando al ver por la ventana veo el cielo caerse de a poquitos en pedacitos blancos y, como jugando, van cubriendo el suelo.... q vision para hermosa y pues bien, no me contengo, ni siquiera intento y en medio de una oracion, un grito sale del pecho mio: "¡Esta nevando!!"
Y en una noche sin planes, entre agujas y blablablas acabamos en un bar, y, sin saberlo, y a la hora precisa, un par de tanos hacen la pregunta indicada: ¿cuantos anhos tenes? the automatic "32" jumps out but a quick glance at my phone corrects me: "33, 33"...
Saturday now, an a parade of newly found friends make their way into my apartment with their hands full of decorations (to be read: food) chatter fills up the kitchen. It doesnt matter what language: the kitchen will always be the Queen, its attractive power is beyond words....Eat, drink, be merry but even here, is a well known fact, my evenings are ot complete without some dancing, so out we go: down into the street, up into a bus, taking over a bus, jumping into the metro.. well, almost everybody jumping into the metro... the clamour is heard "we've lost Estela", actions: somebody: retake contact, everyone: out the metro, we're camping here... 3 extremely long minutes later, un reencuentro digno de la tivu, to include a M. Jackson reprise ;)
And the night goes on, but the idea has already been sketched: thank you all for the moments shared...
