Although lately I live with my mind blank this morning I re-opened the window to air the room ... but I like cold weather, try to catch as much air as I possibly swelling completely my lungs acting as a globe, those of colored like me so much ... I hear the sound of the gulls on the roof and the ever-pleasant smell of freshly baked bread from the bakery on the corner, that loaf of bread so many times I ate ... the soft sound of wind Coruña, noise from nearby unconscious shake carpets in the windows filling my head with dust, the smell of coffee neighbor 4 - though I particularly prefer the hot chocolate and watery - a tear appears on the corner of my eye, I'm healing, I'm sorry, I can still see life in colors, as always ... I try to remember how long ago did not, for how long not open the window ... I do not remember ... I need to go back to what was, what I've always been, I hope to open the window every morning as I have done since I have memory.
Happy 2007 to all my friends invisible and that not so, please wait.
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