The Leaves

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I looked inside the window, full of leaves …
I do not know how long I stared there looking at the lights, the leaves and the shadows of the people passing by. Maybe it took twenty minutes. Long enough to photograph, to remember later.


Actually, thanks to Rita, we managed to find this window as we left the station.
On that day, we ended up missing one station before our by mistake, but if there was no this mistake, we would never find this wonderful view of nature and architecture.
– Bella? said Rita.
– How beautiful! How is it possible to go to the station every day and never to have come across this? said Bella.
-Sometimes we do not pay attention to what’s in front of our eyes, stop and take a deep breath, walk and watch very closely what’s around us, because we may be missing something that we later want to keep in mind, – Rita replied, with a smile.

Olhei para o interior da janela, cheia de folhas…
Não sei quanto tempo fiquei ali a contemplar as luzes, as folhas e as sombras das pessoas que por ali passavam. Talvez tenha demorado vinte minutos. O tempo suficiente para fotografar, para mais tarde recordar.
Na verdade, graças à Rita, conseguimos encontrar esta janela enquanto saiamos da estação.
Nesse dia, descobrimos que nos tínhamos confundido na estação, e acabamos por sair uma antes, isto é, se não houvesse esse engano, nunca iríamos encontrar esta vista maravilhosa entre natureza – arquitectura.
– Bella? – gritava Rita.
– Que lindo! Como é possível passar pela estação todos os dias e nunca me ter cruzado com isto? – disse Bella.
– Por vezes, não prestamos atenção ao que está diante dos nossos olhos, parar e respirar fundo, caminhar e observar com muita atenção ao que está à nossa volta, pois podemos estar a perder algo que mais tarde vamos querer guardar na memória – respondeu Rita, com um sorriso.

 Credits: Image and text thescheme617
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3 thoughts on “The Leaves

  1. In another environment, California’s seemingly spare Colorado Desert, a long-ago friend taught me to observe all that nature has laid before us. Years later, anther friend, in downtown Seattle, taught me that modern artifice is also very worthy of close observation. There is no end to what is observable.

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