One day, upon returning from school, Saira looked up and saw the clouds. Those unions particles of water or snow, he had studied in 6 primary school-le parecieron fascinantes. Simplemente, le parecieron hermosas, con sus formas cambiantes y sus movimientos tranquilos y pausados.
Estuvo horas abstraída, mirando aquellas nubes blancas, etereas, esponjosas como conejitos. Se imaginó a sí misma saltando en aquella inmensa blancura, y sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas de emoción.
Desde aquel día, siempre que volvía del instituto bajaba al prado de al lado de su casa y allí miraba las nubes, abstraída en sus pensamientos.
Un día, un chico le preguntó que estaba haciendo. Y ella, sin dudarlo, respondió: “Creo castillos de nubes en mi reino de blancura” El chico se encogió de hombros y se fue, pensando que aquella chica so beautiful I was crazy.
Saira did not care what anyone thought. She knew what I wanted, and that was enough.
And then, on that day in January where it rained so much, he noticed a movement in his hand wet. He was surprised to see that snail. Was very small, and his movements reminded him of the clouds. Any girl her age that had departed from him stupid, filthy, but she was different. "How beautiful" he thought, amazed. He looked around and discovered a new world had never seen, even having been lying in the same place every day for months. Observed the painstaking work of the ants, who strove to feed their queen. Observed grasshoppers leaping from leaf to leaf, blowing a few drops of water. Observed the snails, with its slow but steady movement brought home on his back, and always coming, sooner or later, the place where they wanted to go.
Now, Saira was feeling ... it was difficult to define. He was powerful and humble, and large and small at once. But what if she was sure of was that I had found absolute happiness.
now had to divide their time between the kingdom of clouds and insects. He did not care. First, watching the ants, grasshoppers and snails. And then the clouds hunted forms and imagined his kingdom to sleep.
He liked everything. His classmates thought it was very rare. "She is a friend of snails" one said with disgust. "And have you imagine living in clouds" was another. Had always called rare, but now he was not approached anyone. But Saira did not care what anyone thought. She was happy with that simplicity, and did not need anything else. Say what they say, she was so happy. No need or patent leather shoes and expensive dresses. She just needed the two kingdoms. Saira
always returned to the six o'clock like a clock, say what they tell the idiots of their partners. Because she did not care they will say. Only cared about the little things that others were insignificant, but which for her were the most important things. Always
pricked her classmates that leave those stupid, that she was not Snow White befriending the critters. But Saira did not care and kept going every day in the meadow. Still looking every day at the little animals, and then looked at the clouds. She knew that people were jealous of the happiness she had achieved. Discovered that in Buddhism, his happiness was called Nirvana. Well worth it, as they wanted. According to that, she had reached Nirvana.
began to call the wild meadow. But Saira knew it was just jealousy.
One day, on the lawn came a social worker, who asked if he had problems at home. "No" she replied, puzzled, even looking at the clouds. "So why come here?" Asked the social worker. "Because I will not abandon them," she replied, as if it were obvious. The worker shrugged, as everyone who spoke to Saira, and left.
He did not have more problems of that type. People looked at her weird, but let her calm.
And one day, when he came home to sleep, he looked at people, something never done before. Never understood people. No wonder he understood how she felt. And as he liked to watch, looked at the people to learn.
saw a man talking on the phone loaded with a leather briefcase. Stepped without looking where he was going at full speed while walking with loud cries, talking about a problem with the actions.
Then he looked at a lady. Was loaded with bags, and put a lot of strength in the muscles to carry all the bags at a time while she scolded her son from the age of Saira, who was with some headphones on and stargaze.
Ahead of her, some girls went running to get home quickly and do not scold their parents.
saw a lot of cars on the street parallel to yours, honking, and insulting so many people. But Saira did not mind the noise so acute.
returned home, intrigued, and watched his parents. His mother was preparing dinner, hurry because you burn it, or because something was wrong. His father was in his office, finishing some reports would have to file the next day at work.
Both his father and his mother, as the people he saw on the street, unaware of their happiness. Saira
wanted to get closer, you could at least touch the tip of your fingers and feel good. But though he tried again and again, his father and mother always went with excuses. 'Saira, I can not' or 'Saira, now I have time. Do not you see? "Saira felt sorry for her parents, but they assured him not to worry and that she enjoy those privileges. Still, she could not understand the feelings of their parents, nor the people of the street. They were too busy to notice them.
Time passed and eventually forget Saira. Every day, without exception, returned to the paddock, but her mother Wheels by children. He did not care, she did not know how she felt when daughter and wanted to deprive him of his happiness. But while some rancorous voices that whispered in his conscience, Saira always ignored them, and, as always, back to the meadow with a smile, thinking that the next day his parents would get her to come down to enjoy their happiness. No matter that nevase
or rain, which had a test or a wedding, every day, at six o'clock I was in his pasture. And if for whatever reason, is delayed, stays longer as penance.
And then came this guy. He was determined to conquer it, to forget it once the damn lawn.
first approached him and asked if he could lie down with her. Saira said later. He lay down.
Then he was asked. She said she looked the critters do their chores. 'But sometimes you're watching the clouds' he said. She later said that watching the clouds.
then approached him and touched his shoulder. She does not shy away from contact, but it turned around, and eventually the boy's hand on his chest. He turned away, embarrassed.
wanted to talk to her, but she silenced him a few times. It was very bored. 'Why did not I brought the iPod ...' she thought.
Then, to distract, looked at the clouds. And he was fascinated with ellas.Al next day he returned. And the next. And the next.
And as Saira, eventually people notice. And as Saira did not understand how they felt. How could they be so estresados.Saira finished chatting with him. Now, instead of at six o'clock, was always in the field to five. He. Be liked.
The boy, who initially only wanted to use to show off to his friends, he loved her. And Saira fell in love with him. She fell for his wit, and their ongoing failure. She fell for that, like her, not understanding other people. She fell for him.
Nigel, because such was the young, Saira told this time when he got up to go home. At first she was shocked, but quickly accepted go out with him, but not changed at all his habits, and almost all his escapades were to go to the meadow. Although sometimes going to the movies or a drink.
The time dragged on, and the couple came to the university. And returning to the meadow every day together, now living in the same casa.Y they graduated, and returned every day in the meadow. They found work and returned to the pasture every day. And they had two children, and returned every day in the meadow. And he retired, and returned every day in the meadow. And both died together in the meadow, watching the slow progress of the clouds. There are
its quiet spirit, tried to make us understand that we are missing wonderful things for not having time. But we are too busy to notice them. ----------------------
This I wrote one day while coming back from karate and I passed the open space next to my house (so I can think of ideas, yes xD). Very happy, I wanted to write something cheerful. Although personally I prefer a little darker, really ^ ^ U.
Estuvo horas abstraída, mirando aquellas nubes blancas, etereas, esponjosas como conejitos. Se imaginó a sí misma saltando en aquella inmensa blancura, y sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas de emoción.
Desde aquel día, siempre que volvía del instituto bajaba al prado de al lado de su casa y allí miraba las nubes, abstraída en sus pensamientos.
Un día, un chico le preguntó que estaba haciendo. Y ella, sin dudarlo, respondió: “Creo castillos de nubes en mi reino de blancura” El chico se encogió de hombros y se fue, pensando que aquella chica so beautiful I was crazy.
Saira did not care what anyone thought. She knew what I wanted, and that was enough.
And then, on that day in January where it rained so much, he noticed a movement in his hand wet. He was surprised to see that snail. Was very small, and his movements reminded him of the clouds. Any girl her age that had departed from him stupid, filthy, but she was different. "How beautiful" he thought, amazed. He looked around and discovered a new world had never seen, even having been lying in the same place every day for months. Observed the painstaking work of the ants, who strove to feed their queen. Observed grasshoppers leaping from leaf to leaf, blowing a few drops of water. Observed the snails, with its slow but steady movement brought home on his back, and always coming, sooner or later, the place where they wanted to go.
Now, Saira was feeling ... it was difficult to define. He was powerful and humble, and large and small at once. But what if she was sure of was that I had found absolute happiness.
now had to divide their time between the kingdom of clouds and insects. He did not care. First, watching the ants, grasshoppers and snails. And then the clouds hunted forms and imagined his kingdom to sleep.
He liked everything. His classmates thought it was very rare. "She is a friend of snails" one said with disgust. "And have you imagine living in clouds" was another. Had always called rare, but now he was not approached anyone. But Saira did not care what anyone thought. She was happy with that simplicity, and did not need anything else. Say what they say, she was so happy. No need or patent leather shoes and expensive dresses. She just needed the two kingdoms. Saira
always returned to the six o'clock like a clock, say what they tell the idiots of their partners. Because she did not care they will say. Only cared about the little things that others were insignificant, but which for her were the most important things. Always
pricked her classmates that leave those stupid, that she was not Snow White befriending the critters. But Saira did not care and kept going every day in the meadow. Still looking every day at the little animals, and then looked at the clouds. She knew that people were jealous of the happiness she had achieved. Discovered that in Buddhism, his happiness was called Nirvana. Well worth it, as they wanted. According to that, she had reached Nirvana.
began to call the wild meadow. But Saira knew it was just jealousy.
One day, on the lawn came a social worker, who asked if he had problems at home. "No" she replied, puzzled, even looking at the clouds. "So why come here?" Asked the social worker. "Because I will not abandon them," she replied, as if it were obvious. The worker shrugged, as everyone who spoke to Saira, and left.
He did not have more problems of that type. People looked at her weird, but let her calm.
And one day, when he came home to sleep, he looked at people, something never done before. Never understood people. No wonder he understood how she felt. And as he liked to watch, looked at the people to learn.
saw a man talking on the phone loaded with a leather briefcase. Stepped without looking where he was going at full speed while walking with loud cries, talking about a problem with the actions.
Then he looked at a lady. Was loaded with bags, and put a lot of strength in the muscles to carry all the bags at a time while she scolded her son from the age of Saira, who was with some headphones on and stargaze.
Ahead of her, some girls went running to get home quickly and do not scold their parents.
saw a lot of cars on the street parallel to yours, honking, and insulting so many people. But Saira did not mind the noise so acute.
returned home, intrigued, and watched his parents. His mother was preparing dinner, hurry because you burn it, or because something was wrong. His father was in his office, finishing some reports would have to file the next day at work.
Both his father and his mother, as the people he saw on the street, unaware of their happiness. Saira
wanted to get closer, you could at least touch the tip of your fingers and feel good. But though he tried again and again, his father and mother always went with excuses. 'Saira, I can not' or 'Saira, now I have time. Do not you see? "Saira felt sorry for her parents, but they assured him not to worry and that she enjoy those privileges. Still, she could not understand the feelings of their parents, nor the people of the street. They were too busy to notice them.
Time passed and eventually forget Saira. Every day, without exception, returned to the paddock, but her mother Wheels by children. He did not care, she did not know how she felt when daughter and wanted to deprive him of his happiness. But while some rancorous voices that whispered in his conscience, Saira always ignored them, and, as always, back to the meadow with a smile, thinking that the next day his parents would get her to come down to enjoy their happiness. No matter that nevase
or rain, which had a test or a wedding, every day, at six o'clock I was in his pasture. And if for whatever reason, is delayed, stays longer as penance.
And then came this guy. He was determined to conquer it, to forget it once the damn lawn.
first approached him and asked if he could lie down with her. Saira said later. He lay down.
Then he was asked. She said she looked the critters do their chores. 'But sometimes you're watching the clouds' he said. She later said that watching the clouds.
then approached him and touched his shoulder. She does not shy away from contact, but it turned around, and eventually the boy's hand on his chest. He turned away, embarrassed.
wanted to talk to her, but she silenced him a few times. It was very bored. 'Why did not I brought the iPod ...' she thought.
Then, to distract, looked at the clouds. And he was fascinated with ellas.Al next day he returned. And the next. And the next.
And as Saira, eventually people notice. And as Saira did not understand how they felt. How could they be so estresados.Saira finished chatting with him. Now, instead of at six o'clock, was always in the field to five. He. Be liked.
The boy, who initially only wanted to use to show off to his friends, he loved her. And Saira fell in love with him. She fell for his wit, and their ongoing failure. She fell for that, like her, not understanding other people. She fell for him.
Nigel, because such was the young, Saira told this time when he got up to go home. At first she was shocked, but quickly accepted go out with him, but not changed at all his habits, and almost all his escapades were to go to the meadow. Although sometimes going to the movies or a drink.
The time dragged on, and the couple came to the university. And returning to the meadow every day together, now living in the same casa.Y they graduated, and returned every day in the meadow. They found work and returned to the pasture every day. And they had two children, and returned every day in the meadow. And he retired, and returned every day in the meadow. And both died together in the meadow, watching the slow progress of the clouds. There are
its quiet spirit, tried to make us understand that we are missing wonderful things for not having time. But we are too busy to notice them. ----------------------
This I wrote one day while coming back from karate and I passed the open space next to my house (so I can think of ideas, yes xD). Very happy, I wanted to write something cheerful. Although personally I prefer a little darker, really ^ ^ U.
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