After nearly two months without posting anything, come back here to tell you that I am working on several things at once. As you finish the work I have in my hands, I will publish. There are several little things, all for my nephew to be born around mid-March.
Until then, I bring you a wonderful poem that my friend wrote Edurne and seams will untimely. Hope you like it.
Wear life seams too tight,
clutching his soul.
Basting smile,
clutching his soul.
Basting smile,
well, with a little tact,
Making sisa blank, to be seen
Among the black eternal punishment for this winter ...
Wear tattered hem,
Because I fell playing the big girl.
And now I cry inconsolably,
Looking for a bracket to hold
The tear this afternoon with no margin,
online why not walk without twitching ...
joy I've patched,
For if someone comes to claim it,
For if I need one day.
Interlinings short shot,
Claiming cut and accoutrement ...
the sewing I've been full of dreams,
needles in arms
and scissors set the pace ...
twine to mend my tears,
Imperdibles that turn
Sighs ...
And basically, well kept,
Pattern for mark,
Making sisa blank, to be seen
Among the black eternal punishment for this winter ...
Wear tattered hem,
Because I fell playing the big girl.
And now I cry inconsolably,
Looking for a bracket to hold
The tear this afternoon with no margin,
online why not walk without twitching ...
joy I've patched,
For if someone comes to claim it,
For if I need one day.
Interlinings short shot,
Claiming cut and accoutrement ...
the sewing I've been full of dreams,
needles in arms
and scissors set the pace ...
twine to mend my tears,
Imperdibles that turn
Sighs ...
And basically, well kept,
Pattern for mark,
Again,
the way of laughter.
the way of laughter.
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