Melodic Breeze (Alamada Series 1)

Melodic Breeze (Alamada Series 1)

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Alamada Series 1 | Ongoing Despite of the discomfort and pain, in a certain place in Alamada where you can see high mountains covered with fine grasses, feel the gentle blow of the wind, you may experience the soothing feeling you've been longing for. What more if a man with mismatched eyes play an instruments which will make a Melodic Breeze? Feels more comforting, right?
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With each raindrop, I always look up and smile. Each time thunder competes with lightning and lightning proves how undethronable the power it holds is, I can't help but be mesmerized, especially when the main event steals the show by making a colorful entrance. The rainbow. I found these performances of atmosphere soothing and remarkable, and I could give you my word that I wasn't losing my mind. I'm certain of that. It's just that... Rain reminds me of those days. Those magical moments I had. That did happen every time the sky released its emotions. I still remember when I spent all my firsts with him. The first time we met, the first time I ran to him, the first time his lips crashed onto mine, the first time I confessed, the first time we fought, the first time I cried, the first time I woke beside him, and the first time we said our first thank yous to each other. All of those firsts were with him, and strangely, but mind-blowingly, the skies were gray, being highlighted by mixing fast lights. And from that moment on, I said to myself, the rain will stop, but my heart will always belong to that person. My umbrella against the heavy downpour of life. But then she kicked in. My rainbow. I realized suddenly that, in the midst of the misty rain, the umbrella that got left behind would find its way out. To reach for her. To walk down a new path toward the future with nothing else in mind but the bliss of finally getting his prize. He could now run to me and whisper, "The rain stops, Yuri. I'm here now". Yuri Allisson Melendez: The Heart of Bravery

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