Thursday,Mar 12 2009, 03:54:47 AMHave a good day ... !

Hello Good day!

 6:00am of the morning; to the first contact of light that secretly, slyly enters by the window, I wake up. I go out of the room towards the terrace; the fresh breeze of the morning banishes the last traces of the sleep. I aspire deeply, like wanting to drink the life of the earth. A blue sky without clouds is on my head as an infinite ceiling, and the slender mist and the singing of the birds hidden on the sheets of the trees are the perfect picture.

 A pale flower attracts my attention: it is beautiful! - This simple instant: eyes, smell and colour wake up forgotten memories.

 Memories of those days, when my only worry, was to amuse myself, more than yesterday. To live in a small village is incredible; I lived all my childhood there; my toys were the horses, the animals of farm as: Cows, dogs, hens, pigs, Goats etc... , And my freedom the incredible colour of the mountains; the deep green of the fields with sowing of: Corn, bean, potatoes, tomatoes etc ... There were no Limits!

 I was flying free as the birds, I was travelling to imaginary places, was discovering in the depth of the mountain, unreal and grand sceneries. I loved to ride every morning in a beautiful red horse, with white spots in the neck. As stars that were giving elegance, when the horse was galloping I was feeling the air to flog my face. My small hands and feet (I would have 6 years old perhaps 7) were sticking to the mane and sides of the horse, while a smile of happiness was brightening and convulsing all my body. Nothing was Impossible!

 The life in the small village is wonderful, but now …, everything is different, the city feeds of the people, the freedom fades away between the streets and the sky fills with smoke and high buildings. The singing of the birds in the city it is the engines of the automobiles and the fields of sowing are only streets full of people walking in two directions, without fixed destiny, perhaps without life. Only they live for the city and the city is cruel.

 The life is a constant struggle, one eternal search and not to find, when the disappointment is stronger than the need it: the city tires me! But the avidity of fight lives in me against the city itself.

 What a lot of memories! The morning is beautiful my nose receives the smell of the newly prepared coffee. I believe that I must go to the kitchen and prepare a coffee, also my cat is impatient, and he knows that first I must take a shower, freshwater and comfortable. How many adventures wait for me, while the hours walk without stopping?

 My thoughts move from the shade to the light painfully and I return to the reality, this reality that hurts. I feel a big empty in my heart... The family and the friends fill my existence, but there, in a certain place, this gap survives.

 Why do I feel this sadness in my soul?    Well time to say, greetings; all the best!

Diana T.

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