Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Foamboard Art Projects
I have not always hated the summer. There were years where I went unnoticed. From birth I suffered continuously respiratory diseases , so my summer evenings were confined to my bedroom: saw the other kids jump in puddles left by the torrential rain of July. It is not free one of the more marked olfactory memories that I have is that of my breath bouncing off the window glass. For my health that were lethal extremes: heat + summer = rain = hospital.
After fourteen years I began to notice certain conincidencias between bad news and the fucking summer. Among the good memories and wonderful summer. The evening skies deeply blue, with clouds forming and cirrocumulus altocumulus hiding incongruous forms are the same afternoon sky a few hours later transformed in nimbostratus with fearsome storms that prevent us from leaving. Tis the season of contradiction . It is assumed that people get depressed in winter due to low light, cold ago and everything appears to be gray. I altered more uncertainty summer. Or cold or hot weather, make up your mind a damn good time.
Anyway, this summer has not been so bad (and I use the word summer too, I know). Despite going against my health I have left willingly soaked by rain quarrelsome. What does it run or refuge Pegaditas to the wall or under a balcony. Already what I put in a bad mood, I'll do that in my childhood was not: walk in the rain. The heat did not overwhelm me. I am leaving aside the complex physical stupid that I have. I wear skirts, I have skinny legs, sickly white and why. And if I feel like I have seen with baring blouse, but has little to "prop." What I have is heat, not wanting to attract attention or be the target of vicious criticism. As my summers are radical days great days depresivísimos VS. In fact I'm sick, I ascribe my bad the fickle climate of these days (yeah uh-uh).
Why not how my autumns?. Quiet, accurate, enfiestados. O my winters thoughtful, nostalgic, plaintive . O my spring happy, optimistic, enthusiastic.
He described the boom of a year for these months, just those in the middle June, July and August. Spanning the early weeks and more or less know what to expect from missing. This year I can not say, the summer was very tibiesón . Or is that events are simply fairly good and fairly bad?.
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