31 de enero de 2011

Childhood.



Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn’t wait to grow up?



6 comentarios:

  1. Geniales las fotos. Muy original e imaginativo tu blog :)
    xoxo

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  2. Genial, escribes en ingles?
    A mi me encantaría, pero es que me cuesta chapucear algo para que me entiendan cuando hablo, como para hacer arte con las palabras sajonas... :)

    un beesín

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  3. Recuerdo exactamente la escena que me comentas.
    Y sí, te remueve la piel.
    Me gusta también cuando escribe en inglés.
    Besos. Siempre estoy por aquí.

    EDUARDO

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  4. flipaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas los zapats d la ultima foto !!!

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  5. black swan está muy guay :) te aconsejo verla en lengua original

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