Tengo en la cabeza la pesadez de los domingos y en el estómago la resaca del sábado. Tengo en el corazón el temblor del momento y en los pies la incertidumbre de cada día. Tengo, una valla por saltar, un castillo de arena y una ilusión miope.
“You know spilled milk leaks back into pictures, broken teacups miraculously reassemble. Time really can move in 2 different directions, it doesn’t matter to the universe anyway. Which is to say…I thought everything could still turn out. Now everything seems so much…more definite, seems so much more real…seems so much more…final. You know milk once spilled cannot unspill. And a broken tea cup is always a broken teacup.”
Baby, I KNOW that you are my "After the Job-trials" blessing for me and I am the same for you. I want you to be able to look at me and think "I'm the luckiest man in the world" - I *AM* the woman you've dreamed of and prayed for.