The warm beams of the rising sun lighted the undergrowth that had grew claiming back the civilized soil of my backyard. I wondered how nature could chose a place surrounded by a brick-and-mortar walls and crowned with a wire fence as the place to seed life. Its depressive, I thought about how men turn the marvel of nature into a trashcan.
I sat to admire the misery of the workmanship of men when a visitor arrived. It was a crimson cardinal of bright plumage that landed elegantly on a tall branch of undergrowth and devoured the little fruits while sang a beautiful melody.
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It’s getting dark. The sun has already gone, the wind turns cold, and the once-white clouds become dark, illuminated at a distance by bolts of lightning that make the sea turn angry, wild, and furious. An uncontrollable force of nature smashes against the wooden poles of the quay I am standing on, the waves shaped like hands trying to sink everything, to drown everyone. But beneath that mayhem there are calm waters, darker and more peaceful with each descending foot. Continue reading “The first breath”
The sun shines in the clear blue sky. The wind blows, carrying a fresh breeze with a smell of wet earth. Big, green trees move with the rhythm of the wind, like dancers pulled through the air. I feel the high grass hitting my knees and its softness when I step on it, hearing the cracking of dried leaves between big stones covered with brilliant green moss. Butterflies and insects fly about the flowers in the green fields, welcoming their new guest. I watch lizards posing on the brown bark of old trees, and I listen to the birds singing in the branches. Being part of such a beautiful show of nature, I am overcome by a delight of senses that arouse my imagination. I close my eyes and feel how the air fills my lungs with each breath. Continue reading “The Waterfall”