Read Kite Runner and half of Thousand Splendid Suns last night. Woke up just there after dreaming about Afghanistan all night. Also had this in my head. Don't know what it means or what it's about, was just going through my head. Happens a lot actually, but it's rare that I can remember it. As usual, I don't know if it's any use or not, but I wouldn't expect a follow up anytime soon, I'm too bloody lazy
He awoke and struggled to the bathroom mirror. It seemed the sink moved beneath him, but as he struggled with the sleep in his eyes, he saw that the porcelain was in fact reptant with ants. Blinking his eyes into proper focus, he watched them for a while, and wondered what their purpose was in his sink. Did he leave something there overnight? What are they looking for? These questions came suddenly, but they were not pondered over for long. All interest in the ant's plight gone, he turned on the taps, drowning some, while crushing the others who were out of reach of the spray. It was then that he caught his reflection. Brushing away his sleep matted hair, he stared blankly at the dull ovals that were staring back at him. He remembered when they were bright and green. He kept staring, wondering when the dull, lifeless things in front of him had lost their shine.
Sean eternos los laureles que supimos conseguir, que supimos conseguir.
Coronados de gloria vivamos... ¡o juremos con gloria morir!,