I'm sitting on the roof of thirteen
story building and I admire the infinite expression of the sky at
sunset. A light gust of wind blows in my hair
and the last rays of
the sun are still on my face.
I like from time to time stay alone
with my solitude
and with endless pile of thoughts in my head.
During the last month I read the mass
of books,
lots of novels, a few stories …
Full of thoughts written on paper,
dreams, fantasies and hopes.
Tangibly spent time with a story in
hand, every evening,
on the balcony with the quiet rustle of leaves
of trees.
In some way I am happy, but sad, at the
same time
when I spend time like this, every day. Although I love the
so spending the
afternoon and evenings,
I can not wait to return to my friends,
to
the colorful stalls of the annual festival
and to my unfinished
little place on earth.
Apart from these few moments of
happiness which I hope,
waiting for me with my back home,
I must also
confront a number of very important issues that will
impact on the
history of my future.
Please, wish me success...
