Posted by Felipe Alday | Posted in | Posted on 4:56
Character: a jazz musician (girl).
Setting: a city park.
Time: late at night.
Situation: someone feels like giving up.
"I was wondering last night, I felt strange and tired. Although everything in my life was falling apart, I was feeling forceful that night.
Days pased on until my brother's death, nobody could turn this pain into happiness... My mother does all that she can for me, but our both hearts are seriously hurt. My dad is depressed, he was there when my brother died, he heard his last words.
... That was passing over my head, when I heard a beautiful but devasteted and painful piece of music. I was walking across the park, because I love to feel the grass down my shoes. The music was coming from behind that great tree, in a bench, step back the fountain.
A girl seems to look for something in the sky, but I knew that she was concentrated, in that magneficent kind of trance that someone goes on when she expressed herself out of that saxophone.
At the same moment that I looked her, she looked to me. I could feel her sorrow entering in my heart. The music that she was playing shaked myself.
I sat at her side, contemplating the stars as she was doing. Time later (I don't know how much) we began to talk.
She grew up damaged by the lack of a family, of love. She had to raise by her own, working as hard as she could to live... that way, her years tortuously passed on. One day, an old woman saw her, when she was six years old. The old woman educated her, and spend all her money, all her love and all her dedication to her new child.
Beautiful years were coming for her, until the day her new mother died, and she was left alone in this world.
Setting: a city park.
Time: late at night.
Situation: someone feels like giving up.
"I was wondering last night, I felt strange and tired. Although everything in my life was falling apart, I was feeling forceful that night.
Days pased on until my brother's death, nobody could turn this pain into happiness... My mother does all that she can for me, but our both hearts are seriously hurt. My dad is depressed, he was there when my brother died, he heard his last words.
... That was passing over my head, when I heard a beautiful but devasteted and painful piece of music. I was walking across the park, because I love to feel the grass down my shoes. The music was coming from behind that great tree, in a bench, step back the fountain.
A girl seems to look for something in the sky, but I knew that she was concentrated, in that magneficent kind of trance that someone goes on when she expressed herself out of that saxophone.
At the same moment that I looked her, she looked to me. I could feel her sorrow entering in my heart. The music that she was playing shaked myself.
I sat at her side, contemplating the stars as she was doing. Time later (I don't know how much) we began to talk.
She grew up damaged by the lack of a family, of love. She had to raise by her own, working as hard as she could to live... that way, her years tortuously passed on. One day, an old woman saw her, when she was six years old. The old woman educated her, and spend all her money, all her love and all her dedication to her new child.
Beautiful years were coming for her, until the day her new mother died, and she was left alone in this world.
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