When I feel sad or I need a break, I love to feel the breeze in my face at my balcony, I open the door, walk and put my elbows on the railing of the balcony, then I look everything that surrounds me, I look at my neighbour's roofs then sometimes, I hear accidentally my neighbour's voice, yelling to her sons... But I don't care, I make that moment just mine, the breeze and I have a special comunication. Have you ever felt that the breeze talks to you and it caresses your face or bring lovely memories? Have you?
Once a friend told me that I write like Hilda Mundy, a Bolivian writer whose book is a master piece of the every day life, she has a unique way to make a simple moment into a wonderful experience but I don't think I have the same style like her, I need to learn and practice the writting art. However I love to feel and write the moment, I love to sit alone in a Café and write about what happen surround me.
That's who I am, someone who watch a constant movie and explain every single moment with a certain critic.
Go to the park and jump.
Bianka
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