I’m not inside an ice cube, I’m the ice cube that fell to the floor and went under the fridge.
Yesterday night, I improvised a bedtime storie for my sons. It was about themselves and that was funny, because I drew a quick caricature just in an iPhone app and I started a dialogue between them, simply turned the phone when speaking each boy and magic appeared, the most delicious thing I’ve ever hear: fresh and honest laughter of a child.
Exhausting season of work, after dinner I feel like a birdie & fall asleep dreaming of inventions like this,
to come to bed smoothly… would not it be great?
Temporada agotadora de trabajo, después de cenar me siento como un pajarillo y caigo dormido soñando con inventos como este que me llevan suavemente a la cama… ¿no sería genial?