Friday, May 25, 2007

"I think I might be turning into a witch"

I read this children's book as a kid, about how witches were already born with their glasses, giant asses, brooms, fully dressed, pointing hats and all. Just very small sized. Their old appeareance was always there. So, I've always thought that witches are born, not made.

But, just the other day, I started to feel a wart sticking its way out to the tip of my nose.

I know, seems like it's nothing. A wart's just a rough tumor. Nothing to worry about, right? But then, this morning I woke up feeling like a hundred and fifty years old.

Just tired, you'd think. It's true that I only look about eighty years old, but, still, I'm starting to get worried. I'd swear I was fifteen when I went to bed last night...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

pues si, como pasa el tiempo...pero no te pases, eh?

Besos

Alba said...

Qué pasa, ya no necesitas traducciones? Jo.