For more than a month since I've proletarianized , and I rise to 6:30 am, and I work from eight to five. Then all life I did before: Test 2 times per week my new work, Miguel test your new work, I piano, I swim 3 times a week, I kind of writing. Sometimes my day ends at 23 pm all day in a row. On Saturdays, check. From 13 to 18:30 busy.
A weight of my hectic life, I'm happy. The morning is developed on the window and I see it coming. The sun is shining on the walls of my house as if it were midday, although 7 in the morning.
And then I go to study, and open the door for all those engineers and architects can leave (enter) to play. I can not say I'm that close and it turns out the light because there is always people, but if am the one who opens each day of the studio / house of Congress. I put coffee in the machine, I take the locks to the windows. The sun also gives strong in the study hall / house is a hallway outside, you see all the metallic covering of the terraces. The ceilings are high and the heart is large. At dawn the wind is fresh and green, as if Buenos Aires was a small coastal town and the sea.
Fall has arrived and with it my piano. Have a name. Geissler called Zeitz. It's big and German mahogany. For now, my only romance of the moment. I especially like how it sounds serious. My first piano.
All my life I wanted to have a piano, I wanted a life with me. Whenever I can, I put to practice. My cat went crazy with the piano, he uses it for everything, to rub, to sleep. When play begins to meow, turns his head against things. My cat is crazy.
Fall has arrived, and as each fall, contains within it the promise of winter. But it will be an exciting winter. A winter premieres and all-out trials. Free fall.
As I like these things to kill or die.
'm terrible.
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