Happiness in mail.

Today has been one of the most especial days since I'm here, receiving pieces of the things I left behind when coming here are priceless.
A book signed by Somoza.
A package full of the food I eat in Christmas when I'm in Santander and a shirt that smells like home...
I feel like crying of happiness.

Súbitamente alzado gritó: «¿Cómo has dicho?, ¿Fue?, ¿Es que entonces ya no vive? ¿No hiere ya sus ojos la dulce luz del día?» Y al advertir que una cierta demora antes de responderle yo mostraba, cayó de espaldas sin volver a alzarse.

La Divina Comedia.

Oh, please, do something...

Back (?).

Here I am again. I wish I could say I'm wiser, but I'm just willing to write something. Today I felt that zest for writing and reading I had one day watching Harry Potter. I remember I actually waited for the letter to appear someday soon, but my story was completely different, the fight I got involved in was without spells, without heroes and happy endings.
But today I felt that little sparkle of total and senseless excitement, and remembered all those nights reading once and again some paragraphs. Ah...
I have to change the display of the blog, by the way...