Looking at immensity

Pull the gate, the route was short, and especially known. Comfortably dressed in a blue shirt in star white social dating to somewhere between 1979 to sweep the sky looking for clouds allowed me a curious sensation never before experienced. More scans the sky and they had ways Balkanic, romantic, splendid. But it moved too fast! I always save to a memory that effervescent cause for happiness, but was afraid that go home and get the camera, they had changed their position and shape, changing my game lugubrious. Prefer to entrust everything to memory, and enjoy that moment. Looking at them, felt an impulse electric shouting to my legs ran as fast as he could know that, it seemed that only I could use at all, do not lose anything. Thoughts lovers are traitors, and traitors mobile! Immersed in a sea of happiness generated randomly, derrepente, invaded me a unique and devastating thought: that says it can not show you? The clouds began to harmonious blots of dark blue. Nothing like a psychological tone for each sunflower is close in ash around it.




This was written in portuguese by my friend laés, i really love this....

thank you for share!