Alejandra Villegas, Mexico As I like the rain come ... Feel it, hear it from afar, see it come so suddenly ... definitely suits me. Last night I arrived at my door and pulled me a smile. On Tuesday afternoon, nearly closing the day, also came, started hitting soft in my new large window. I was happy to imagine that, upon leaving home, these beautiful drops dampen the curls of hair. I thought I would ask sopaipillas small to arrive, imagine eating with blackberry jam. (And so did)
Rain surprised me on Sunday. On the open road, at dusk, we were buying avocados ..., terminate all soaked and avocados as well.
I love the rain. On Wednesday, while buttering my toast with avocado, I remembered the rain on Sunday and avocados wet crave it rained again, as a sign that this winter kind and loving me still had not left. I kept thinking how I would have liked a few drops as Cortazar that morning.
I like the rain. I like the sky after the rain comes. Their colors, their melody, their mode of touching the bodies, the childhood memories it brings. Those crazy desire to go jumping puddles of water in the street ...
rain inspires me, calls me, makes whatever I choose a good coffee. And that sound, when it falls, ... maybe that's what I like ... or perhaps a rainbow or the sun leaves in its wake, do not know ... and the smell of rain, that is left after rains in the streets. I like the rain and what comes after it, your ads ...
Maybe tomorrow rain and again rain boot me a smile.
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