Tommy's birthday is today, he's a clever little boy.
He's gotten cake and candy and he's overwhelmed with joy.
Little Tommy's in a orphanage where his mommy and daddy left him.
They had way too many children and one more would deeply affect them.
Tommy's mom once said in tears, we've been blessed with all these kids.
Little Tommy might bring light to a family not so right.
But Tommy's years quickly passed by and nobody came to whom he could give light.
He was quickly growing tall, and of the children, he was the most clever of all.
Out all these little kids, he was the one that had the least needs.
And he found himself alone, while the caretakers with the smallest babies were gone.
Until this happy birthday day, mommy and daddy have come to meet him again!
They hold him up and hug him strong, and soon enough all four candles are blown.
And then they leave, just like they came, through the unreachable door.
Little Tommy in his dispair, asks the people: where've they gone!,
but he turns and no one's there, it's not his birhtday no more.
Tommy looks around and thinks, "what have I done to make everyone leave!"
But oh, little Tommy sadly knows not, that truly and certainly this isn't his fault.
Here, here, little Tommy don't weep, your parents are busy with their other kids.
They've given you one and just one day of joy, so remember this day for the others to come.
Now go to your crib (don't be bad), while your brothers and sisters sleep with mom and dad.
They have a warm fire, you have your crib's cold bars, so what..
They have a blanket and hot soup, you have cold oatmeal and a stained jumpsuit.
But Tommy you know, you've learnt more than all of those,
You will see, when you grow, you'll never leave your child alone.

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Preambulo-- Mi antiguo blog, al que no pienso renunciar, cumple cuatro años dentro de pocos días. Conmemorando, entonces, los cuatro años más recientes, movidos e intensos de mi vida, inauguro mi primer blog completamente público, por que "ganar sin arriesgarse es triunfar sin gloria", en palabras de Corneille, (un tipo que sale en los buscadores de frases..). Y éste es un riesgo que debo tomar, con gloria o sin gloria, seguirá siendo mi triunfo.
Restringirse es una de las cosas más difíciles que tiene que hacer un escritor. Escribir para el público es como escribir una carta de amor que se acomode a todas las parejas que haz tenido, la que tienes y las que posiblemente tendrás, practicamente imposible a menos de que seas un insensible y atiborres de clichés tus escritos (esa no es mi intención). Al contrario, piso la mitad oscura de la luna, voy a escribir ésta, mi carta de amor, desde muy dentro, desde donde nacen todas las cartas de amor, equilibrada en una cuerda: en una mano lo que realmente quiero decir y en la otra lo que no debo decir por mi bien y por servir al ad hominem lo menos posible..
Sin embargo debo aclarar que todo lo que escribo sobrepasa la razón física y literal de sí. Escribo de la vida para los abismos de la metáfora. No me hago responsable de nadie que no reclame por e-mail. Identificaciones son válidas para la persona que las sienta solamente.

Quito cualquier post a petición, no soy autoritaria (dicen los tests...)

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Preamble-- My lj's about to be 4 years old, and easy as it was in there to spit out all my diaries and humble pain to myself and my very closest ones, I'm trying to overcome my secret-society complex and come out of the creative closet -tho I must admit it was very comfortable in there-, I ask your help to build this blog, it comes from deep within and I wouldn't want it to be full of clichés.
As you must be certain of, nothing I write here is completely literal, altough I can come to a level really close to reality. No, it's not meant to depict rutine, it's just me, but not "just". I don't hold myself responsible for anybody -unless I get an e-mail or IM-. Any identifications are valid only to the person feeling them.

Any post will be taken down if I'm asked to, I'm not authoritarian (that's what the tests say...)