Your wildest dreams

Can you make me some pancakes, please?
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

“The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye.” R.I.P. Maurice Sendak

“The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye.” R.I.P. Maurice Sendak

Dormir mientras llueve

Dormir mientras llueve

Where does that leave me?

Where does that leave me?

días de primavera
(Leer bajo el sol y ver cómo crece el césped.)

días de primavera

(Leer bajo el sol y ver cómo crece el césped.)

that voice in the back of your head
it keeps getting louder

that voice in the back of your head

it keeps getting louder

Midnight City

(finally, freedom!)

Midnight City

(finally, freedom!)