[ eagþyrl ]
The wind was striking in his face so hard just like strong colours dazzle and blind the eye of the dreamer.
He got into the house. It was quiet, empty, silent and safe...
But he wondered why to feel unsafe touching that charming wind? why to run away if he knows that wind is the running air trying to catch us? That air that we breathe... that we share... that we drink... that we see...
That wind that take us to the highest place in the entirely earth... our dreams.
He turned around and walked to the window. He saw that the sea was bluer than before, that the sun was more shining that one second ago. He realized that the wind was blowing faster too just because there were a lot of flowers flying free outside. He got delighted. He wanted to fly too. He wanted the wind to take him to the end of the sky where angels live dressed in black. He wanted to be an angel... He wanted to fly free.
Then, suddenly, he reacted by inertia and opened up the glass door. He closed his eyes...
His heartbeat was overjoyed, but when he opened his eyes again... everything was exactly like the beginning. The sun was shining over the soundless sea. And the wind... the wind was blowing through his hands... again.
However the air is disguised, from the atom that we breath till the tornado that we're fleeing away or the vortex of the cyclone there will be always a window to open or to close.
Personally, I('d) prefer to even don't get into the house.
[...]
The wind was striking in his face so hard just like strong colours dazzle and blind the eye of the dreamer.
He got into the house. It was quiet, empty, silent and safe...
But he wondered why to feel unsafe touching that charming wind? why to run away if he knows that wind is the running air trying to catch us? That air that we breathe... that we share... that we drink... that we see...
That wind that take us to the highest place in the entirely earth... our dreams.
He turned around and walked to the window. He saw that the sea was bluer than before, that the sun was more shining that one second ago. He realized that the wind was blowing faster too just because there were a lot of flowers flying free outside. He got delighted. He wanted to fly too. He wanted the wind to take him to the end of the sky where angels live dressed in black. He wanted to be an angel... He wanted to fly free.
Then, suddenly, he reacted by inertia and opened up the glass door. He closed his eyes...
His heartbeat was overjoyed, but when he opened his eyes again... everything was exactly like the beginning. The sun was shining over the soundless sea. And the wind... the wind was blowing through his hands... again.
However the air is disguised, from the atom that we breath till the tornado that we're fleeing away or the vortex of the cyclone there will be always a window to open or to close.
Personally, I('d) prefer to even don't get into the house.
[...]
6 meow:
Wind on a moor and on a cliff and over the sea
ve mi blog, el 23 septiembre deje algo para ti. te amo^^
Que lindo. La verdad es que no entiendo mucho el ingles. Se que lo lograre entender algun dia.
Espero que estes bien cudate:)
Por más que lo intento, no entiendo. Eso significa o que soy tonta o que simplemente ya no nos entendemos =/
Diego, sabes??
gracias por tu comentario. Pero sabes jaja tan mal escribo que te acuerdas de cuando ibas en segundo? xDDD
suerte chiquisho:)
adios:9 y gracias de verdad:)
Y bueno, tengo muy claro de que quiza pueda identificarme con esa historia. Pero no al 100% ya que es mas bien un poco de fantasia...
Y nada mas. Pero de cualquier modo me gustaria haber escrito aun mas.
Te cuidas!
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