Sitting in the -ridiculously- comfortable chair, the immortal music just crawls gently into my ears.
The beautiful breeze caressing my skin in the most tender way, as my fingers dance gracefully with the pages of the precious book.
I feel enlightened, elevated and blessed. I'm in peace with myself, the world and people.
I try to ask for more, but find nothing to complain about.
I close my eyes and hug the darkness. As a devilish smile takes over my face, I wonder.... "am I dead?"
About Me
- prometheus
- I'm an extremist when it comes to hobbies. I'm either 100% interested in it or not at all. That's why I can be boring when I start talking about cinema or books, because I’ve got a lot to say. So don't ask about the interests listed below, unless you're willing to set there for a REALLY long time.....listening
3 comments:
well, I don't know what to write but ..
ween el 3aza ? :p
so whats the title? :D
The book was "The Autumn of the Patriarch" by the great Gabriel García Márquez
But the book isn't the main issue here. The whole atmosphere got me to think of writing this post, and so I did.
I can't really judge if this is a good post or not...and I won't try to
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