Careful there.

Oh, here we are again.
What is it this time? Did you get bored and decided to wake up the rabbits while it was their break? Or did you notice a couple of slight mistakes - the kind of thing that doesn't matter at all - in your teachers' speeches, and weren't able to stop yourself from correcting them?
I mean, I know you, and I know how you work. I know what makes you tickle, what you can't control.
But they don't, hun. 
So you must understand they won't understand.

Cycle.

ay after day,

Night after night

I can see the moments

Disappear as they go by

Things that have happened

That will never come back

Returning is impossible

Everything goes through that crack

But there's no sorrow

No problem out of it

Because even if they go away

Even if you can't redo as you see fit

There's time, little one,

For more and more life

Not the same, not exactly

But don't worry, don't mind

There will be new magic

New starts, new ends

New life around, new things for you

New memories, filled with happiness.

La bestia (1)

La bestia rugía, rugía y rugía, sin descanso.

La princesa se tapó los oídos.

El caballero se tapó los oídos.

Incluso el dragón, que estaba acostumbrado al fragor de la batalla, se tapó los oídos.

¿Parará alguna vez? - preguntó la princesa.

¿Se acabará este tormento? - le secundó el caballero.

Podéis esperar años, jóvenes, pues nuestro sufrimiento no ha hecho más que empezar, - les respondió el dragón, el más sabio y experimentado de los tres.

Fearless (1)

ecoming fearless is one of my biggest fears. Why, you may ask?
 Well, I think being fearless is one of the most horrible things you can be. Not because of the fact of being fearless, but because of what it actually means.

Fearing means you care. You care about something, or someone, so you are afraid of losing it (or them), and that’s because what you care for is important. It may sound silly, but why would it be?
I mean, it’s about important stuff, after all.

Fearless people, or rather, fearless attitudes, are usually seen like something good.
Why? 

Snow.

Magic, magic in the sky. Not the kind of shinies, not the kind of angels... there's magic of the most real, the truest kind. Magic that flows around.

Why is it there? Because it is cold. There's small clouds in front of your face, you feel the cold creeping inside you.

You feel it waking you up, making you feel alive. You jump, you run. You shout, happy and alive.

And there's magic.