From the window

From the window I see the sun shine, and the speed of the people in the street, running for a day, to wish with joy, to celebrate with love, this love that is won as a lottery ticket left by some lucky in the Ground, and that determined his hour, the hour to receive the 'love'. From the window the day splits and the scent of the lavender bushes spread to relieve the stress that the buzzing noise of the city conveys. It brings romance, brings compassion and the glitter in the eyes of those who are passionate about life. The excitement takes lives like serenades of gods ready to bless the audience that lives, let live and the window that can see everything happening.

The midnight moon so bright from the window, the wharf and the reflection of the stars overflow inspiration to couples, the elderly, the bohemians, the partygoers, who dance, work, sing, love each other in the silence of the beautiful and majestic night. Vivas pulse, send glamor, light the euphoric flashlight under laughter and lamentations that the window gives to see everything pass.

The window the place of scriptures, length, observation and inspiration, the romance scenes, the most voracious tactics and the flirting of the princesses, from the window we see the civil wars, the morning rooster and the stridle of the locusts of the night , The sinuosity of beauty, and the ruins of decadence, the curfew, the haste of the city, and the calm of the meek, the children's play, the gossip and the intimacies of others, the world is observed, , The vexations, the help, the beatas, all pass through the window, from it is seen to pass.