Carlos
The name is hesitant in my mind as a heartbeat ... or like rain on my window in the middle of the night. I saw her today again ... she was laughing, that innocent chaotic laugh, as if she did not know that I see it ... every day ... every moment. I saw her painting ... her hand moves in a flow, as if to pull lives from paper, and blow life into imagination. I know ... I know she does not see me, she does not feel me, but I even see her as she does not raise her eyes from her book. You read, dive, and forget the world ... but I do not forget it. I sat today in the same angle ... as usual. She was wearing that white shirt, and she had a luster of something that I did not understand ... something other than human. As if she belongs to another place ... as if she was made to be an incomparable puzzle. I wrote 17 notes about it today: 1. You love books more than people love. 2. Laugh spontaneously, but there is a deep sadness hiding behind the laugh. 3. You are interested in small details. Like a tree shadow on paper. 4. When she holds her pen, he forgets the world, and this makes me jealous of the pen. 5. Her eyes can expand when she talks about robots. 6. Funny characters are drawn as if they knew them ... as if they were their friends. 7. When she gets angry, her lips tremble a little. 8. You hate someone who interferes a lot. I have to be careful
About Carlos
The name is hesitant in my mind as a heartbeat ... or like rain on my window in the middle of the night. I saw her today again ... she was laughing, that innocent chaotic laugh, as if she did not know that I see it ... every day ... every moment. I saw her painting ... her hand moves in a flow, as if to pull lives from paper, and blow life into ...Read more