It's always present. Wherever you go, is there. A sound simple and so insignificant for many, for me is the escape for the reality. It have the power to stop the world, and transport myself to that precise instant, where nothing or nobody matter. There is no time, all is perfect. But how? Three steps. One, I close my eyes. Two, a deep, slow breath. Three. Hear... just listen to the breeze. And there I am. I am a little girl again.
I am in my grandsmother's farm. Lying on the abundant grass, so high that I can barely see the pure colors of dusk. There is no one. Just me and the cold breeze, that it caresses my face gently as the hands of a mother. I feel peaceful, serenity ... ALIVE. Only wanting one thing: never wake up.
