Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Parece ser que ultimamente la pequeña I. no hace mucho... Ni estudia, ni trabaja. Ni duerme, ni piensa (por desgracia). Pasa sus horas leyendo (y venerando) a gente semi-muerta. Vive deseando escaparse con cada cancion de Yann Tiersen (sin importar cual sea). Se rie por cosas que no tienen sentido y suelta disparates que ni ella misma comprende. (Mal)gasta su vuelta a casa en caladas vacias (que ni si quiera ella ha pagado), sentandose en la calle y esperando que alguien le mire y le explique lo que esta pasando. Parece ser que la pequeña I. ya no sabe ni que hacer, ni que decir, ni como existir. Parece ser que la pequeña I se ha cansado de no saber llorar.

Tomorrow it will rain

Yes tomorrow, they said.

How do yo know? I asked

We know.

Look at her hands, cat-eyed said.

And they turned them over and over as if they where looking for something.

She's special.Yes, she'll go very far.

Yes, yes, hmmm.

Make a wish.

A wish?

Yes, make a wish. What do you want?

Anything? I said.

Well, why not?

I cosed my eyes.

Did you wish already?

Yes, I said.

Well, that's all there is to it. It'll come true.

How do you know? I asked.

We know, we know.








When you leave you
 must remember to come back 
for the others.
 A circle, understand?
You can't erase what you know.
You can't forget who you are.