Sunday, February 18, 2007
The light make my eyes hurt, but is impossible not to look. The rainstorm is in full rage. I’m save standing on the porch, but my body is trembling. The wind brings me drops, cold like ice, sweet like candy, and these pearls damp my hair and soak my clothes. The thunders scare the earth that trembles like me. You can be afraid but you need to admire the tempest. It’s out of control. Humans can’t prevent it. Maybe this is the motive for me to feel so alive when the storm breaks, the clouds drop their tears and the air comes alive with electricity and sounds. It’s in these moments that I am more aware of the blood running in my veins. I am alive and the world is too.