Saturday, March 19, 2011

1973

Yesterday I bought a hippie shirt. I paid $1.99 at the thrift store  for white cotton and little blue flowers.
I brought it home in  plastic bag.

I looked at it this afternoon and shame filled my heart. At 45 I'm still searching for my lemon sun of 1973. 

My heart is a dumb bass drum.

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6 comments:

  1. D.March 19, 2011 at 11:33 AM

    Hi:

    Why?
    You looked good with the shirt?
    You has been feeling happy?
    You are so fat?
    You paid or robbery?

    Shame is steal, lying, cheat, etc

    Your positive image should be: 10 points
    Happy as the beautiful video music "country", with trucks, dogs/wolves and roads is: 10 points

    Yeah.
    Grettings.
    D

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  2. María BeatrizMarch 19, 2011 at 1:56 PM

    Good news! You're very lucky.
    Your heart stays young!

    Enjoy your hippie shirt! :)
    Greetings

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  3. trying not to sell dreams for small desiresMarch 19, 2011 at 9:13 PM

    Mr. Crónicas....

    i am ashamed for not accepting the now at times...

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  4. trying not to sell dreams for small desiresMarch 19, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    María Beatriz

    I was 7 or 8 years old in 1973....my father had the habit of giving hippies rides....i used to stare at them with mouth open....they were angels with long hair.....

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  5. todaviaMarch 19, 2011 at 9:45 PM

    Tu eres un angel con pelo largo. Mereces vestir una camisa de colores y flores.

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  6. NoemíMarch 20, 2011 at 1:39 AM

    Por supuesto que lo mereces, eso y más. No sientas vergüenza... Ese es un sentimiento que no mereces.

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