ncurado
Listening seem to be a lost art these days. It's not just hearing, but truly listening. To Another. To Nature. To Silence. To Yourself.
Her mother disproved her wearing those black army boots. Did not fitted her young age, she said. Where too dark and serious for such a lovely girl.
simple?... nothing seems to be simple these days. Don't remember the last simple thing I did... even just siting in the couch envolves a complicaded schedulling of free time. sleeping is a luxury of those with too much time on their hands.
There was a time when everyone believed we where alone. That we where the sole product of Creation. But then the discovery was made.
It was a harder process than he antecipated. It was the third consecutive week he had to go back to the insurance company presenting ever more evidences of his car theft. The only positive side were the deep blue eyes of the reception girl, which smiled at him every time he entered the large glass doors of the building.
It's something we don't do anymore this days. Started with working late, growing apart, not talking, strangers in the same house, silent meals.
Just the word is enough to make me gasp for air. Hold my breath for a few second, imagining myself having an attack, not breathing, not moving. It's scary, and I feel sad.
For most people this words evokes, warm water, relaxing salts, massages, well-being. But not for Nuno, whose work on Special Protection Areas for birds made him use the SPA acroniem quite a lot.
As he wondered into the wide blue lake in the dark of night, all his thoughts went only in one direction: her
LIFE! LOVE!
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