Domingo / Sunday

Blues. Despues que llueve despues que amaina en este atardecer de domingo especial... despues... despues solo queda descansar. ... ojala recordara la melodia... El sol caia suave, todo se movia despacio, como si cayera flotando. El domingo terminaba lentamente, discurria sin prisa hacia su fin. No hay caso, la birome hay que tenerla cuando se inspira, no despues. Es dificil recuperar el momento que no se capturo a tiempo y se escapo. :)

Blues. After it rains After it stops in this dusk of a special sunday... Afterwards, afterwards, all that's left to do is rest. ... I wish I could remember the melody... The sun was shining soft, everything moved slowly, softly, as if floating by. Sunday was coming slowly to its end, unraveling without haste. No way, the pen has to be there when one is inspired, not afterwards. It's hard to get back the moment that was not captured in time and flew away. :)