Dear ‘Poet from the station’:
Long time ago, I had experienced something similar, not with the cold but with rain…
"…Once upon a time, there was a woman walking per hours under the rain just covered by the dark of the night… She was literally swimming at the streets, the streets were rivers… this woman was just experiencing how the spirit could survive from the drowning… the rain was coming from all sides, the drops were entering inside of her eyes, you could not know if she was actually crying or it was just the rain flooding her eyes… her umbrella was broken, she was totally wet, the wind was blowing her hair from one side to other... then she start to think it could be nice to fly instead of swimming...”
"…Once upon a time, there was a woman walking per hours under the rain just covered by the dark of the night… She was literally swimming at the streets, the streets were rivers… this woman was just experiencing how the spirit could survive from the drowning… the rain was coming from all sides, the drops were entering inside of her eyes, you could not know if she was actually crying or it was just the rain flooding her eyes… her umbrella was broken, she was totally wet, the wind was blowing her hair from one side to other... then she start to think it could be nice to fly instead of swimming...”
What I learnt is, when everything is drowning around you, the desert is turning into green, literally your body can floats over the water, your heart and eyes are full of drops and then they will be never dry... the SPIRIT, then will not swim but fly over the surface of the river… when is guided by love…
Kind regards,
'The woman under the rain'
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'The woman under the rain', said: This post is just to remember that sometimes the most important and crazy good things in the world can be put together…
'SPIRIT is never FROZEN'
