Mexico Dia Sesenta Uno
School. Literature was a little boring as usual. I guess i´m just not very good at seeing meftafors. We read a poem, in spanish of course, that was about a statue searching for a voice. Apparently, the statue was a metafor for a women and the voice she was searching for was an echoe of her own. Then she is murdered. It makes allot of sense to me. Our spanish teacher gave us an assignment and then left for the entire class as usual.
After lunch a friend came over to study. We listened to music and wrote our papers. I made myself some awesome quesidillas for dinner with beans, cheese, avacado, and a whole lot of love. y ....zzz....
After lunch a friend came over to study. We listened to music and wrote our papers. I made myself some awesome quesidillas for dinner with beans, cheese, avacado, and a whole lot of love. y ....zzz....