A little birdie told me.. In spanish: un pajarito me contó... I remember being obssesed about finding that little bird that always told my mom my most precious secrets. When I was a child, I even looked up and around everytime I heard that expression, in order to have an image of the MEAN MEAN MEAN creature that kept talking behind my back. I thought OK, MAYBE IT'S TIME BIRDS START MINDING THEIR OWN BUSSINES. Obviously, that never happened and I grew up protecting my steps from gossipy flying decendants of dinosaurs that might ruin my life (I was 5.. o 6, so my life consisted in very important things that could have changed the course of history... in case you were wondering) until the day I figured out it was just a "funny" way to protect the real identity of the person that was giving away information. I forgave the birds and, eventually, I also forgot about my issue that ennvolved people that are capable of blaming an innocent specie for the one thing they don't do: talk! But, today someone sent this picture to me and all these memories of anger and confusion came back but just to make me laugh badly about the whole thing.. I thought, maybe I need to WRITE this out of my system and here I am.. wait... I'll write even my laughter: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH... (It says " I never told anything. Sincerely, The Little Birdie")