1999

La semana pasada se me olvidó poner esto, tenía intención. Es algo que escribí en 1999, unos meses antes de mi casamiento con Sil.

She came halfway between a Neil Gaiman's story
and a Rebecca Guay's painting.
Tall, thin, dark hair, shinny eyes and a pretty smile.
She talked to me, and dreamed with me
of a land far away in a time long gone.
She laughed a little, and cast a spell on me.
I looked at my hand of cards, but I never play with counters...
We're getting married next november.
And the REAL magick will begin.