domingo, 1 de agosto de 2010

When you talk about life,there are no titles

-I don’t want to eat the lasagna dad.


He whispers

- we are living hard times sophie,and you know what hard times mean?that what you want...doesn’t matter

He shut the door.

That was sophie’s life,or almost.nothing ever happens......nothing ever changes. She read in those books and watch in those television programs,and always seems to happen something in people’s life. So,why hers was so boring ? she has no great or important memories. She wanted it. But life didn’t. she says again,to herself,very quiet...almost in thought... i don’t lasagna,i don’t want lasagna i don’t want lasagna. When she fell asleep,a big and evil lasagna ate her,with satisfaction. She woke up feeling bad.