Uprooted

Poca cosa que contaros. Trabajo trabajo trabajo. Lectura lectura lectura. Jugar al ordenador de vez en cuando, ver Bleach. Jan Jan Jan. Haruki Murakami...

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall in such a detail. I didn't gave a damn thing about the scenery that day.
(as read in Norwegian Woods this afternoon lying in the grass in UNC campus)

En la foto yo, esta tarde, deslumbrada por el sol. Me he dicho que tenia que actualizar, aunque no pase nada mas destacable que Haruki Murakami, el oton-o, y los ultimos rayos de sol de la tarde.

Besos para todos...
BEA

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