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A rainy day

raining very strongly, suddenly a great roar caused thunder and lightning lit the sky was perfect. Accelerated pace, a little frightened, and crossed the street, well that was the plan, cross and run toward his home, hearth and home, his refuge. But plans are not always met.
all happened so fast and was so strange, but what would happen next would be even more. No
could perceive as he got there. Suddenly he was in the other lane, on his arms, safe and sound. Still dazed looked up and stared at his perfect face. He was still staring at the
big truck, the same truck that almost took the lives, the same truck as she was so embarrassed to arrive.

The moment she looked at the large vehicle, it began to back away and walked by

like that, but not only the truck backed but also the delicate raindrops began to rise into the sky.

suddenly slipped from his arms, his feet crossed the street and started walking, return. Setting the

view that corner, expecting to see him again, she could only see water drops naturally floating upward. Sad and confused lowered gaze, slowly emptied puddles, mud and mud was not only land on the edge of the trees. That evening all it happened so rare and unusual . He repeated the school day, the beautiful painting that had created that day faded, the colors resulted in the white sheet, so perfect and empty.


The days, weeks and years went well. Suddenly there he was, using a big white dress with delicate embroidered roses.
all dancing and having fun, many beautiful gifts, many loved ones and friends were there celebrating with her that day.

The days, weeks and years went well. Suddenly a cold and tiny snowflake fell on his face, looking toward the sky white. I become aware and then looked around, it was snowing, that phenomenon was so beautiful and peaceful looking. For a person who sees first snowfall this is stored in the memory, it is so unusual if you live in a climate so different from the south. To enjoy this cold weather closed his eyes concentrating on the sound of the wind.

This sound was still there, but it was not cold, it was hot and stunning mountains were no longer in their place were many hills and trees. The landscape had become completely different
she sat in a large micro full of excited holidaymakers and cool down in the river, but I was so focused that barely noticed him. She did not want to go back but was not aware of how to stop this phenomenon ...


The days, weeks and years went well. Every time I became aware of where everything was happening so fast again, I could not stop it, I could not even understand how he happened. I could only wish that the time normally. Vio
well be many times in your life, good times and bad times, times I wish I could relive over and over again, contrary moments would not want to experience again any more, that even having lived wished.

She did not want to keep it that way, though at times be very happy, more than that allowed to rebuild their lives, even if it meant fixing errors in his life comedy. For more than fix these errors prevent events from occurring, perhaps if they should happen, even if they are good even if they are ill. These may be leading to other events, which ended
doing the same. And then the course of history changed and the end is different.

But in that moment of reflection he realized that what he really wanted with all his heart was to return, or rather ahead the instant at which all this was triggered and have appreciated more that day, having appreciated more than all day. I wanted to come back and be adopted before crossing instead of just wanting to get.

Then he closed his eyes and so resigned, I knew what was to happen again set back the time again was to see a part of your life, would be debated again whether to change the past or do not . But when one thinks, having gone through many experiences, when one is sure that something actually has to happen, something completely different is what actually happens.


The cold touched his face, raindrops made that curious noise by filling in small pools on the sidewalk, then opened his eyes very quickly. Under the umbrella holding with one hand and let the water soak completely, and did not mind being wet, and did not mind being cold, it was not crucial to arrive. Just wanted to check one thing and that thing was to see how the drops fell on the ground. Indeed everything was normal, although the normal word had lost some of its meaning in the
recent times, the water droplets to the ground seemed to dance, from the sky.

felt a great joy to see that he had returned, but a great curiosity invaded, there really
returned or never left for this strange journey in reverse?. I could hardly remember how it had started all this, he looked a little effort and quickly to the next corner, hoping to find that perfect young face. It was disappointed to not see it, so nuavemente head down, right then passed him, seemed to be enjoying the rain and was not carrying an umbrella covered. He walked almost danced with great joy, has shifted full
only took a second for your eyes cross. In that one moment he gave her a mischievous smile, and that was all she needed.

A strange feeling ran through her body and said in tears that mingled with the rain.
had learned a valuable lesson, albeit a rather unusual way, he realized that life must be lived and we should not regret the choices we make or things we do, because we can not change, and if we we should not because things always happen for a reason. He closed his umbrella and started walking, but this time enjoying it, no rush, just appreciating the small details that make every day a special day.

in life should not be in a hurry to arrive, it is important to enjoy the process so you can reach us
full and without missing anything. That day he learned a valuable lesson, and made herself a promise: to enjoy each day as if that were your last and do not repent for anything else, just live and be happy, because that is the meaning of life.

wanted to inaugurate the blog with a story and this seemed to me the most appropriate, first because I was commissioned to work my literature teacher in my senior year of college During that year we commissioned many stories of work and then I started to realize where I like to write, so this first post is for her, my teacher Valeria.

Second, this particular story shows us what we always do, hurry to go back and forth without appreciating where we go or where we come from. I think it is good stop a minute and start thinking, walk a little slower and enjoy the scenery, take off the headphones on the bus and look out the window a bit, in order to leave some of that bubble we live our life in the fast and see the world around us.

So my idea is to stop a little deciveles and start enjoying life, doing things we enjoy, like walking, reading, watching movies or writing, above all LIVE FROM THE IMAGINATION.