Cactus

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A view from inside or outside, the view was, with no doubt, wonderful. It was impossible to stay indifferent. Cactus with so many shapes, sizes and colours. It was too green – like a dream on Earth.


In the summer, on holidays, when I was still in high school, spent a lot of afternoons with my friends, in the garden. Sometimes it drove me to the cactus, alone, getting hours to observe the nature. Well, at that time I entertained me with a CD player, sitting in my world.
– Ophelia, you’re so thoughtful today? – Asked Christina.
– It’s true. – I agreed with a smile.
– And you, want to share your thoughts?
-Went back in time. Remember our summer afternoons, passed here in the garden?
Yes, great times. Mike, Jonny, Stephanie, Chloe, Victor …
-We should get together again. – I answered very quickly.
We knew that the time passed too quickly, and often forget what’s really important or who was really important people.
Both stayed, so quiet.
We spent the rest of the time we were walking to prepare the meeting with our friends from high school, to relive the good times we’ve spent together.

Vista de dentro ou do lado de fora, a paisagem era, evidentemente, maravilhosa. Era impossível ficar indiferente. Cactos de todos os feitios, tamanhos e cor. Era demasiado verde – Um sonho na terra.
Nas férias de verão, quando andava no secundário, passava muitas tardes com o meu grupo de amigos, no jardim. Algumas vezes deslocava-me até à zona dos cactus, sozinha, ficando horas a contemplar a natureza. Bem, na altura entretinha-me com um leitor de CD, sentada, no meu mundo.
– Ophelia, estás tão pensativa hoje? Perguntou Christina.
– É verdade – Concordei com um sorriso rasgado.
– E queres partilhar os teus pensamentos?
– Voltei atrás no tempo. Lembras-te das nossas tardes de verão, passadas aqui no jardim?
– Sim, óptimos tempos. O Mike, o Jonny, a Stephanie, a Chloé, o Victor…
– Devíamos juntar-nos todos novamente – Respondi muito rapidamente.
Estávamos cientes de que o tempo passava demasiado depressa, e muitas das vezes esquecíamos do que realmente é importante ou quem era realmente importante, as pessoas.
Ambas ficámos, então, caladas.
Passámos o resto da caminhada a preparar o reencontro com os nossos amigos do secundário, para reviver os bons momentos que passámos todos juntos.

Credits: Image and text thescheme617
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