The eight stories that footprints left in my childhood are of "Little Mermaid," "Peter Pan and Wendy," "The wonderful country Snerg them," "Feliz Prince", "The Selfish smurfit kappa Gigante", "Heidi "" El libro de las TIERRAS VIRGIN "and" wonderful trip of Nils. "
All books were living on the floor of Roussillon us. My head was, must have been of my aunts or my cousin Eulalia who had lived before smurfit kappa leaving the United States. That rickety wooden bookcase smurfit kappa that was in the room, giving the courtyard of the block of the Eixample was my corner from tiny treasures. I spent hours and that was not great. All books were dusty backs and almost the same color, most do not even read the title or the author, many were covered with brown paper wrapping. Until we removed the shelf could not see what hidden treasure.
I liked both, but could not read when looking at the drawings (few but fantastic) they had. And the pictures later dreamed that dream would understand the lyrics. Maybe that's why I started reading so early. Maybe that's why reading is the only thing I have not stopped doing since I was three. I can not leave home without a book, I can not go to sleep without smurfit kappa a book.
My mother did not have to appreciate those books gave me permission to paint them colors was so small and I still could not get out without coloring within the lines. What a disaster, smurfit kappa you do not know what makes me rage now, having broken both those wonderful drawings. Already smurfit kappa the largest Calc copy them inspired me to others.
When we went to the new apartment and wanted to take all of them to me would not let me. I guess being a new floor and first floor of my parents, the other was renting, had also wanted everything to be new. Perhaps this is why for many years I buy a lot and stir in bookshops, must have been unconsciously stubborn revenge. The case was continued to pay the rent, it was a very low rent, because in the summer my aunt came and left the flat at times American friends who wanted to visit Barcelona. I made myself with the flat keys and seventeen, when he was free to go up and down throughout Barcelona I went secretly and I took the seven books I mentioned.
And I did not take more because my parents were the keys, I was booed hard and seized me, thinking that there was the guy who came at that time. And they were right there going for books, but I went there a couple of times with James, my first great love, to have some privacy because he was tired of walking the streets cold winter up and down we had no money to go to a farm or the movies too often shocked to hear the boos from people if we petonejàvem abraçàvem or forward on a bench or some corner of the woods Trisca Vallvidriera and Sant Cugat, wet dark and shivering. I deny everything tantrum, lying and accusing my parents of being malpensats but I believe it or not, I ran out of keys. Later I also lost James who fell in love with a girl gang, Maria was very good. Wow this is what I said, that was so good I could not stop dreaming about it. He also told me that never find anyone like me with so much energy and imagination and my turnover is not bored for a moment. But she slept he dreamed, it was a way to tell me that she hardening, right?. I just knew I wore a pearl necklace, and me a girl at seventeen carries a pearl necklace is not worth it, but as an argument smurfit kappa to convince him it was a bit weak compared smurfit kappa to trempera, so I lose. And it was not easy during a time I was a ghost wandering lulava morning, afternoon and evening, the streets of downtown Barcelona, but this is another story.
I called eight books, but the title of this article speaks of two. I think you two were deeply betrayed by cartoons of Walt Disney and the book versions cut and deformed children, if not to make spinach instead of children.
The Little Mermaid it marries the prince. In other versions of the Little Mermaid's sisters ask the witch undo the spell, then the Little Mermaid, which has experienced the heartbreak and sadness of not feeling loved, gives up his legs and his soul and returns to the sea, with his sisters console.
The real story
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