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Stories Retreat (I) Be calm

Like many other afternoons, long before his time, perhaps too, brought the little value he had and decided to confront his greatest fear, that blank page always wanted to fill with all that seethed within him, he shortened his breath and filled chest distress. I wanted to share their feelings, to involve everyone in their ideas, their concerns, their passions, get llorásemos and risks all as she did every day.

Like so many other evenings, they forced the uncertain adventure inside looking out trying to decide where to start, what to tell first, how to spin it to what came next. It was not easy, because in fact there was not even beginning to use as an anchor. Thousand sparks of interest claimed his attention at the same time, fluttering around at full speed and with independent trajectories, making it very difficult to choose any one to begin his story.

Like so many other evenings, he was unable to channel this whirlwind of emotions without destroying itself by the way, incapable of the effort to translate their feelings into words on a blank sheet of paper the words that came to mind not reflect anything like what she felt, how he felt ... . should be something that would make the reader sit expectantly

uncertain
risky
scared ...
should be something that would provide joy, hope

,
daring,
pride
and, of course, love.

was so, so hard ...

sought to escape, or help, or inspiration, it was not clear why, in a park near his home, perhaps hoped that the calm that pervaded the park in the summer heat, friction slightly damp grass on her feet, the sound of wind stirring the leaves of trees, contribute to ease their anxiety and sooth your spirit and show the way ...

Time passed and the frustration was becoming almost bored when he looked up, rubbing his eyes, trying to find a spark in the darkness of closed eyes, and saw him. A Cyclops spying on her from the other side of the hedge behind which guarded. A body tall, big, broad shoulders and a square head and black eye protruding elongated and width. After an initial moment of shock, he realized what he was seeing, breathing, smiling as he recovered breath.

Yet, when he saw that guy shooting his moment of melancholy, he put aside his obsession to take outside everything that was inside and began to imagine the history of this man, tall, in quarantine, slightly that overweight watched with a mixture of melancholy and understanding when it dropped the camera.

At that time, your heart, your brain and acted the magic pen and the words began to flow at full speed, filling the damn blank page with the story of a man who, tired of so many evenings crashing against the impenetrable wall of a blank page, decided to become a hunter of images, and while searching for the final image, "image" that would say everything without words, found in other reflection of his past ...