a child I liked listening to the rain hitting like corn on the tin roof. Since the bed was the shock: tra-tra, tra-tra, tra-tra. Everything was ripe color of the night about to end. The rain lulled me as cheerful heart beats, simple, strong and constant. I turned around in bed in a fetal position still strong chord that concert on the zinc. I came from on high noise sound, heavy rain and the roof was exaggerating more than they should and lose track of how many drops, almost like hail, falling, thick, very thick and thin again, and the wind was raging and oblique shocks, and again stronger and stronger and it was heavy rain. And again be slow. And come back stronger.
And in the background, deep down you could hear the ticking of a clock time strafing. A battered old radio and get quietly left the Little Mozart Serenata Nocturna mingled with the cawing of raindrops on the tin roof: pam pam, pam pam pam pam, pam pam, pam pam pam pam ...
I was happy to be able to live that moment as if it were your last and if the latter, it was worth living it. Feel it. Enjoy it. Me out of my lethargy a new burst of blood smears on the tin roof, maybe hail, or sleet but it was not thick drops hit hard again.
I imagined how nice it would walk in the warm rain, so warm as the tropical rain, fresh water, rain soaking his hair and running down his face, and I taking the language to pick up the rivers were running down my cheeks ; the soaked shirt clinging to the body slowly. I imagined the scourges of rain burning in my body, burning and I fled in terror as if he had seen a ghost.
felt the time passed gently to the rhythm of the rain, the warmth of my blanket. Let time pass like water through fingers. I felt the tranquility of not having to do anything to force. I enjoyed that moment as if the discovery of something I always wanted. Deep aspired to inflate the heart with joy. And my mind was blank for a few seconds and I do not care what might happen in the next few minutes or within hours or the next day or the next ... And I turned and was face up so he could stretch legs for the body to rest and back muscles to be as before. Sweetly stroking the blanket and felt the smell of freshly ironed laundry.
My heart cringed at the thought that if the rain ended, Mom would call me right away so I got up and went to help in the work of the garden. Regions was to be here in bed, warm, hardly bent where you could hear the rain behind one's breath. Fingers felt the heartbeat and not think of anything else to stay there lying.
Everything out there was a storm, while still here in the quiet, calm sticky, constant, asymmetric.
And again gave me the illusion of being able to sleep and I was turned against the wall. Sleep peacefully to the rhythm of the rain falling out of my reach.
And the inevitable had to happen, is nearing time to get up, straighten the body and put it in vertical movement due to other duties and begin to leave the warm nest with four legs and God knows who makes the bed when left alone.
And in the background, deep down you could hear the ticking of a clock time strafing. A battered old radio and get quietly left the Little Mozart Serenata Nocturna mingled with the cawing of raindrops on the tin roof: pam pam, pam pam pam pam, pam pam, pam pam pam pam ...
I was happy to be able to live that moment as if it were your last and if the latter, it was worth living it. Feel it. Enjoy it. Me out of my lethargy a new burst of blood smears on the tin roof, maybe hail, or sleet but it was not thick drops hit hard again.
I imagined how nice it would walk in the warm rain, so warm as the tropical rain, fresh water, rain soaking his hair and running down his face, and I taking the language to pick up the rivers were running down my cheeks ; the soaked shirt clinging to the body slowly. I imagined the scourges of rain burning in my body, burning and I fled in terror as if he had seen a ghost.
felt the time passed gently to the rhythm of the rain, the warmth of my blanket. Let time pass like water through fingers. I felt the tranquility of not having to do anything to force. I enjoyed that moment as if the discovery of something I always wanted. Deep aspired to inflate the heart with joy. And my mind was blank for a few seconds and I do not care what might happen in the next few minutes or within hours or the next day or the next ... And I turned and was face up so he could stretch legs for the body to rest and back muscles to be as before. Sweetly stroking the blanket and felt the smell of freshly ironed laundry.
My heart cringed at the thought that if the rain ended, Mom would call me right away so I got up and went to help in the work of the garden. Regions was to be here in bed, warm, hardly bent where you could hear the rain behind one's breath. Fingers felt the heartbeat and not think of anything else to stay there lying.
Everything out there was a storm, while still here in the quiet, calm sticky, constant, asymmetric.
And again gave me the illusion of being able to sleep and I was turned against the wall. Sleep peacefully to the rhythm of the rain falling out of my reach.
And the inevitable had to happen, is nearing time to get up, straighten the body and put it in vertical movement due to other duties and begin to leave the warm nest with four legs and God knows who makes the bed when left alone.
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