have them written ... because in my mind. Now I'm going to devote entirely to writing. Come on, you can.
2. Take
ran air. He was a gentle trot, which made my feet stuck in the fine earth from the beach. In the distance we could hear the faint sound of children playing.
I fixed my eyes on the distant gray dot, jumping, playing with the waves. I smiled softly. The temperature was ideal in such a place, had a gentle breeze that made it more fun, carrying traces of salt and water to my face.
I closed my eyes, that should not enter into them. She barked at me, calling me to go and play. Laughed and hurried step.
returned to lash out against a wave, but did not measure or strength or size of this. Time stopped. There was nothing in my head to get there and remove it.
The more consecutive strides were made. I did not think it was an animal, which had an instinct, which could leave her alone. All I had in my head was that it was seven in the evening, the tide subíay that my child was in the water and had to be.
The latter became eternal but too short, it seemed that the more trouble later lead. The adrenaline was injected into my body so fast that I did not realize this, the anxiety I drew breath. I could not think of anything else to get there, and .
screamed in desperation, her name. She barked, nothing more. "Sasha Sasha!" , my throat was broken into pieces but did not stop. I needed the breath, nothing but his image had felt inside my head and onto my retinas.
As soon as she came in, went out. The sea spat, I do not know if my prayers, I do not know if it was his strength.
I reached her, dead of relief. I shook and soaked up and down, and I never could care less. I whined, fríoy annoyed at how wet I was. I jumped on it, I clung to his neck and breathed deep. The air, with its smell, and sea salt droplets, went into me. Administered a soothing warmth through my body to the tip of my fingers and back, even my scalp skin made me chicken and she licked my face and hands, between scared and happy.
Tome air again. I was drowning in sensation, between past terror, tranquility because it was me and fatigue after the explosion in my body. The jacket pulled his collar, put it, and then to inspect all dry it a little more with my hands and stare in their eyes, one brown and one blue, we started heading back home.
3.
asleep
"The difference ... the electrons pass to ... - With a curse, no longer pass the time. I want to go, I want to go, to shut up.
-Ro, do not sleep-'s all I want, Nany, is all I want.
"If you sleep you'll always, what say you?" I whispered to the girl who sits in front of me, he scribbled on paper, by taking notes on what the teacher said.
"Therefore," if not who is going to spend what he said the old man? - Traitor.
-lined, you will costar.-squinting, stared at her. Sonríey me I can not help you sonrío. "I'll do what I can.
I looked at my notes. Well ... I tried. Everything was blurry, eyelids weighed me. How could I concentrated on what the teacher said. Squeezed the pen in my hand, stared at him. It was hot, the air was stale and did not let us open the door. Despite the opening of one of the windows, which hovered around the classroom as well earning the name "tank", there was no ventilation. The tie, though it was quite loose, it seemed increasingly tightened around my neck. The sweater was becoming uncomfortable, but I call attention to get it out by wearing dark shirt down. Agradecíaa all the gods use skirt.
I looked around, trying to unlock my senses numb. Ago, all my colleagues were lying on their seats, sleeping soundly or drawing in the margins. Beside me, my friend was rather abstract doodles in his hand, that the teacher does not see it. I sighed, defeated. I had no other.
"Then, when a change in the current flowing by ... - With a demon! Could not varying his voice? It was so dull, grave and gentle lulling you. If it does not accommodate my holster is going to realize ... No! Ro, no! After not understand a shit and you know you do not get the face to ask things that really should have listened. Ah, but three dollars a photocopy of each side of notes, not less.
Had not worse on a Monday afternoon?
4. Running
I looked down. It was pretty steep, yes, but he had a virgin pequeñoy valley at my feet, with dry grass close to the arrival of autumn. The trees began to take an orange color, which made the green contrast. Logs are dried, you could see some abandoned nests.
was five feet almost straight drop, and then long strides to pick up the pace and run a hundred yards of pure pleasure. And yes, then I get tired, estarçia greatest disquietude but it was worth. And of course, the chances that I twisted my foot and fall round the next fifty meters were quite large. Now, when I had imported it?
observed backward, and almost were coming to me. I smiled. Predatory expression was hacíaa my sisters laugh and follow me, and my uncle expect more crazy.
jumped with little momentum, the grass has lost the feeling of my feet on them. I could feel the two pseudo approached the ravine, looking down and out behind me. Hit the floor my legs and rocked me, but I threw myself forward to push and get out to run.
My ponytail had come loose and the hair, hip-length, danced behind me. The wind blew hard and my eyes filled with tears, dry. I heard an insult from the mouth of one of them and my uncle followed us, then assess the situation.
was freedom, adrenaline, wanting to scream and say there was me and that you ought to cum because it will not stop. Not because they wanted to, either.
I started to laugh when I saw that the force was running out, all I had to do was concentrate on that one foot was in front of another, what else is in charge of gravity.
The strides became shorter and less speed, the left arms of seeking balance around me. The hair, by a breeze, hid my face. I put it out with his hand, annoyed. But still had the biggest smile drawn. The adrenaline is slowly evaporating from my body, but there were still butterflies in my stomach and victory in my throat.
watched my sisters, who commented on the accióny grace.
"Almost killed me, I saw the crowd there," laughed the youngest.
was known in a strange place, but ours. And that was the most memorable run.
Well, I got tired.
Kisses, Ro
