Thursday, April 30, 2009
The rain...
The rain in the city was either sad, soft and persistent or torrencial and inconvenient, but always inconsequential, for instead of being an event the rain falling on the buildings always became part of the city itself, not stopping anything, not changing much... but today, in the forest, the rain was special, magical, intense, and with the infinite possibilities of its wet touch, it drenched the trees, the soil, my soul melting upon all, with an immense confused sound not unlike that of a...
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