Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thickand heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lightedand the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was drivenrather slowly through the big thoroughfares.
She sat with her feet tucked under her, and leaned against herfather, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the windowat the passing people with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulnessin her big eyes.
She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such alook on her small face. It would have been an old look for achild of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven.
The fact was,however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to.
She felt as if she had lived a long, long time...Frances Hodgson Burnett
Hoy estuve dando vueltas por mi casa buscando mis cosas favoritas,que no son mias..y me tope con muchas cosas interesantes..y esto fue los que termine eligiendo..
Mi abuelo trabajaba en un lugar donde habian muchos objetos antiguos y extraños, su jefe tenia mucho dinero y la mayoria de sus pertenencias eran valiosas y caras..en fin el le regalo este elefante a mi abuelo, y mi abuelo se lo regalo a mi mama.. es blanco,brillante y enorme.. esta solo en una repisa importante de mi casa..para la foto tuve que ponerlo de frente... mi mama lo pone de espaldas, porque dice que asi atrae suerte y buenas vibraciones..
Flor de mi jardin, escuchando el silencio..timidamente
Este libro me lo regalo mi abuela,es un libro de historia,cuando lo abri,encontre tres rosas secas,me parecio algo tan tierno..ahora las guardo en la misma hoja en donde las encontre.. :)
La pequeña tortuga,fragil..trata de esconderse en su conchita para protegerse del mundo.La encontre al buscar hojas en mi jardin.
Las veraneras me recuerdan a mi abuelita.. me hacen felizUn souvenir heureux est peut-être sur terre plus vrai que le bonheur
Alfred de Musset
