.:My Old Friend Rae:.

My mom was cleaning all the archives and folders we have and while doing so she came across my english book from Australia 2003. She gave it to me and I started glancing at the past and came to find a poem I had written back then for school; it brought back really good memories and specially of school. The poem is not inspired in something that happened to me, it was just a seek through my imagination.However, it has a double meaning that I can relate now to what I was going through back then; the loss of valuable and treasurous things for me.

The Poem goes like this:

My old friend Rae

On the seventh of May
My old friend, named Rae
Contacted me
And we met beside the lake

I found out with a start
She had a problem with her heart
So I tried to support her
But nothing did help her very much

I went to the doctor
And asked him
What can I do!?
The answer he gave me broke my heart in two

So I waited and waited
Until the day came
When finally my old friend Rae
Slowly faded away

In the following days
I missed her so much
That I cried and prayed
For her soul far away

.:Images from the past for those in the future:.

(The importance of paintings)

It was a cold winter under the branches of the peach, pear and plumb trees, were the colours of the leaves combined to portray a dreamed scenario.

The sound of earth’s smooth, soft, comforting breath took care of reorganizing the beauty of nature. The crisp grass gently accompanied the movement of the air; a substance for which the planet exists. A planet that spins with certain laziness around infinite moderate waves of sunlight; sunlight produced by the light of all times, where cotton surrounded the sun in a perfect amount as to combine with the endless bluish sky.

All made part of a picture that had occurred into someone’s eyes as reality, and later transferred into this persons’ mind as a thought, thought a long time ago. This someone caught raw beauty like no one had done before, not even when it came to its loss.