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*

(a las 21.27)

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

How evil are you?

Lo encontré en el blog de Julito (one MUST name one's sources *lol*)

(a las 19)

New arrival

Me lo encontré ayer... O me encontró él? Nos encontramos mejor dicho


I just hope I can keep him :(
(ya tengo otros 3 gatos, y mi media naranja no está del todo feliz con tener uno más)


(a las 19.06)

Heaven's Grocery Store

I was walking down life's highwaya long time ago.

One day I saw a sign that read

Heaven's Grocery Store.

As I got a little closer,

the door came open wide,

And when I came to myself,

I was standing inside.

I saw a host of angels;

they were standing everywhere.

And one angel said, “My child, shop with care.”

“Everything a Christian needs

is in this grocery store.

And all you can't carry,

come back the next day for more.”

First I got some patience;

love was in the same row.

Further down was understanding

(you need that everywhere you go)

I got a box or two of wisdom,

a bag or two of faith.

I just couldn't miss the Holy Ghost

for He was all over the place.

I stopped to get some strength & courage

to help me run this Race.

By then my basket was getting full,

but I remembered I needed some grace.

I didn't forget salvation

for salvation was free.

So, I tried to get enough of that

to save both you and me.

Then I started to the counter

to pay my grocery bill.

For I thought I had everything

to do my Master’s will.

As I went up the aisle,

I saw prayer and just had to put that in.

For I knew when I stepped outside,

I would run right into sin.

Peace and joy were plentiful,

they were on the last shelf.

Song and praise were hanging near

so I just helped myself.

Then I asked the angel

“How much do I owe?”

He simply smiled and said

“Just take them everywhere you go.”

Again, I politely asked

“How much do I really owe?

The Angel smiled and answered:

“MY CHILD, JESUS PAID YOUR BILL A LONG,

LONG TIME AGO.”

(a las 13.09)