Wednesday, October 28, 2009

mi mama

Recuerdos:

En Buenos Aires, mi mama con su saco de cuero negro, largo y tambien botas. De mal humor. Yo (de 4-6 anios) le senialaba cosas y le preguntaba
-Te gusta?-
una y mil veces

Hasta que mi mama explota y me dice

-Dejame de preguntar que me gusta y que no!-

Como puede ser que mi mama despreciace tanto amor?


4 comments:

Loli said...

seremos así las madres?

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