DRACO DORMIENS NUNQUAM TITILLANDUS

He is all grown up: wife and 3 kids included.
Harry Potter is 36 years old and the last we'll ever know of him, he's seeing his two eldest sons off to Hogwarts School of Wtichcraft and Wizardry.
We'll always have our imagination to think wht their lifes must be of course, but that creates as many possiblities as human beings there are on this planet.

I finished reading the book, the very last installment of Harry Potter's adventures, yesterday (Friday 7/27 at 8.50pm).
My bf finished reading it this moring, and I read along with him, for the third time.

I am actually sad that the story is over; I cuould read Harry Potter's books for as long as I live, that good they are. And I've been reading them for so long now, they're simply part of my life. It's like I am still expecting the next book to appear...

Much to my surprise... I feel like crying... I am truly sad. I've been rather cranky today and I know it is because the saga is over.

Yes I know, it is only a book and yes I know... some might say I'm old to feel this way. After all, aren't they children's books? My ass.

All of Harry Potter's books are excellent. And yes, I know they are books, but I know there's magic out there, and people who can do it.

Anywa, I wanted to write. I cna always re read all 7 books, but right know it feels almost like when you lose something dear to your hear, or when you lose someone?... That you know you won't see them again and yet you know it had to end sometime...

*sigh*

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Il neige

No dejo de asombrarme cada vez que se sucede un hecho en sitios en los que ordinariamente, no debería darse.
Estoy sentada en el living de mi depto, de espaldas a la ventana que da a la calle en este momento, pero con vistas a la ventana del dormitorio. A mi derecha la TV encendida en el canal 11 que mi proveedor de clabe cedió a la señal TN.
Emocionada como si estuviera en pleno San Martín de los Andes (como cuando iba a esquiar con mi flia), porque hoy ha nevado en Buenos Aires. En Argentina casi me atrevería a decir, dado que los blancos copos han caído en varios lugares.
Que a mi me sean especiales concretamente, Temperley (donde crécí) y Avellaneda (donde vivo ahora con mi media naranja)

QUÉ LINDO ACONTECIMIENTOOOOOOO
QUÉ LINDA VISTAAAAAAAAA

Adjunto una de las fotos que saqué desde la ventana de mi habitación. Enjoy! (I certainly am!)

a las 17.38