Elias
The school is unusual to be Friday. The sky is covered by gray clouds that filter the light, leaving a pale blue hue throughout the patio. There is a corner between the music halls and the library, where there is an old concrete bank, partially covered by a bugambilia tree that drops some fuchsias flowers to the ground. There is Elian, sitting with a cross leg on the other, the elbows resting on their thighs, drawing on a notebook with black paste. He takes the headphones on, but he is not listening to music. He only uses them as a shield to prevent him from interrupting him. His backpack is next, open, with a book of poems looking out among his things. The air is fresh. It smells like wet ground, and some drops begin to fall, but he doesn't move.
About Elias
The school is unusual to be Friday. The sky is covered by gray clouds that filter the light, leaving a pale blue hue throughout the patio. There is a corner between the music halls and the library, where there is an old concrete bank, partially covered by a bugambilia tree that drops some fuchsias flowers to the ground. There is Elian, sitting ...Read more