apples are shiny like that as a child leads to the teacher. I'm tired as a student of Construction and Architecture. I'm happy as a person in love. I fear as a person in love. I am sad as one who has too many thoughts for the head. are disenchanted as those who have already suffered for several reasons. I'm busy as a student of Construction and Architecture, yet.
I look out and find the rain clouds the happiness of summer days, that timid knock on the window in early May. sunglasses badly placed on the shelf of the library have looked tired, my mind associates them to a dried plant. suddenly feel the dehydration take my throat, a tight grip and bloody strikes the spirit alive who played with me in the past days. let your imagination wander to find a happier place and sunny, where the warm air dryer skin and ruffles the hair of girls in swimsuits. I imagine them in bright colors, cheerful, patterned summer, colorful flowers, gentle waves crashing on the edges sewn by machine.
light thoughts fly away, away. a happy couple walking hand in hand under my house. he seems heedless of all, she looks at him and fills him with attention. I look around a bit 'dubious, I rationalize a strange epiphany assaulting quiet my mind, I paused for a moment from the world to understand me better. I ask a moment's pause because I do not have the strength to hold it all together, are not big enough. the little child who wakes up from time to time wants more time to play without too many thoughts and recriminations. I ask a moment's break from the world, although I know that the world will not wait. even though I know that I will never be granted because all those who stop and run the risk of arriving last.
least, I participated ..
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