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I've had milk for my breakfast today!!

Note: for all of those who don't know what is so exciting about drinking milk, please check this post.^^

5 comment(s):

LocaChica said...

Wow!!! I've never been so happy for somebody who just simply drank milk!! Hehe, there is always a first time for everything!
Praising God with you!
Adria
P.S Leaving for Republican conference..I don't think I'll have internet access-if I do I'll e-mail you sometime by Monday, if I don't, I'll do it once I get home :)

joygirl said...

YAY!!!! :D I'm so happy for you!

LocaChica said...

I awarded you on my blog :)

CrisVF said...

Que bien!!! me alegro mucho ^^
y que no sea el último ;D

Marian said...

I'm really glad for you!!! =)

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The Killer Whale

The Killer Whale
My favourite animal... solitary, independent and majestic

It's In The Rain

Every time the rain comes down
Close my eyes and listen
I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the sky as it cries

Listen to the rain
Here it comes again
Hear it in the rain

Feel the touch of tears that fall
They won't fall forever
In the way the day will flow
All things come, all things go

Listen to the rain... the rain
Here it comes again... again
Hear it in the rain... the rain

Late at night I drift away
I can hear you calling
And my name is in the rain
Leaves on trees whispering
Deep blue seas, mysteries

Even when this moment ends
Can't let go this feeling
Everything will come on again
In the sound falling down
Of the sky as it cries
Hear my name in the rain

Kimberly

Kimberly
I drew it! =)

Quelle Heure Et Il?

First Quote

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
GEORGE ELLIOT (MARY ANN EVANS)

Prairies, breezes...

Prairies, breezes...
What I dream of in my daydreams...

Nocturne

Now let the day
Just slip away
So the dark night may watch over you
Velvet blue, silent true
It embraces your heart and your soul
Nocturne

Never cry, never sigh
You don’t have to wonder why
Always be, always see
Come and dream the night with me
Nocturne

Have no fear
When the night draws near
And fills you with dreams and desire
Like a child asleep
So warm, so deep
You will find me there waiting for you
Nocturne

We will fly, claim the sky
We don’t have to wonder why
Always be, always see
Come and dream the night with me
Nocturne

Though darkness lay
It will give way
When the dark night delivers the day
Nocturne

Niña Tejiendo

Niña Tejiendo
Mi foto preferida

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When I write, I can shake off all my cares.
ANNE FRANK

Elegance

Elegance
One of my favourite paintings.

Aisling...

For all of those who are wondering what does "Aisling..." mean...
When I was trying to choose a name for my blog, I had this idea of make it in a fantastic way, with fantasy as the theme, more or less. I don't know how I though about it, but I suddenly thought about making the title using the word dream but in another language. Searching around internet I found the word in Irish Gaelic, which is aisling. Aisling means dream.

Out In The Garden

Out In The Garden
The freshness of a holiday in Spring...

Els Que Jo Xafardejo

Numbers

Third Quote

It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not deserve them.
MARK TWAIN

Deep Inside

Deep Inside
Las flores también tienen corazón...

Fourth Quote

"The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman."
ELIZABETH ELLIOTT

What Jane Austen Heroine Am I

Jueves

Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista
Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista
Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón
Y preguntarte quién eres.

Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas
Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita.
Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal
Se inundan mis pupilas.

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar

Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes
Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer
De estación a estación
Enfrente tú y yo
Va y viene el silencio.

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar.

Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios
Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando.
Supongo que piensas que chica más tonta
Y me quiero morir.

Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo
Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos.
Cada mañana rechazo el directo
Y elijo este tren.

Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado
Un día especial este once de Marzo.
Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel
Que apaga la luz.

Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos.
Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios.
Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo
El último soplo de mi corazón.