I know I have weird eyes

I always knew I had different eyes. Once, some guy actually called me "japanese" in the streets of Marrakesh, just because of the eyes, my weird eyes.

Sometimes, when I want to close them because it is time to sleep I can hardly do it and, othertimes when I want to cry, no tears come out of them, they just turn red.

They move whenever they want to wherever they want, but they are very different one each other, each one follows his own intuitions and likes, they are not friends at all. One of them likes to see the sky, (it´s a liar and a daydreamer), the other keeps his feet on the ground (it´s very unhappy).

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Blas Barajas, escritor dijo...

Qué bueno saber que tienes blog. Por aquí nos estaremos viendo. Saludos