This entry has nothing to do with clothing.
not with food.
asked me several times that inspired me to write a story, or as was the writing process.
I find it almost impossible to answer that question simply because I'm not structured. My wife had said that I am a terrible messy, but my version sounds better.
At times I have any idea on the head but not round.
waiting If I turn round to my liking before writing, I end up forgetting and not write anything.
sometimes happens that I start writing this emerging story and the story ends up going for a totally different way.
This is the case I leave the little story below.
Augustine has only 8 years and life for him is to go to school, eating and sleeping because they oblige. Sometimes
out to play with friends and others are locked in your room as long as possible.
Look at the great and does not understand why they fight all the time.
When going by car with his father sees him constantly insult other drivers. For him it is normal and if they were all like his father would handle much better.
When he wants to be an astronaut because space travel is the best thing that can happen. He is sure he will find planets full of people better than what you see down here on earth.
His mother takes care of everything in the house, as is quite big, not to spare anything de tiempo y su vida es sólo eso.
Su padre le dice a ella todo el tiempo que no hace nada y Agustín ve casi todos los días como se pelean, se gritan y para escaparse de todo, se encierra en su cuarto y dibuja.
Mientras dibuja se transporta, ya no escucha más que lo que sus dibujos sugieren. Ya no está en su cuarto.
Dibuja un auto y se sube, recorre una larga línea que recorre la hoja, va encontrando paisajes y personajes con los que comparte diálogos y confesiones.
Estaba recorriendo un bosque cuando el sueño lo obligó a detener su auto y se durmió.
Al despertarse se sentó sobre la cama refregándose los ojos y dudaba de la realidad.
Was it a dream?
He got out of bed and began to search the messy drawers, pencil with which he dreamed. Is a pencil with which things come to life drawing.
Under a pile of papers with pencil drawings bright blue color appeared in his dream. He took it, was like in the dream.
Is it a dream then?
In the dream, he found a very short and round creature that gave the pencil to use it only when alone. And what would draw while body and life only.
So he drew several friends with just 6 or 7 strokes with which he enjoyed more than their real life friends.
drew spaceships and toured the space, as captain, of course.
drew towards beaches with palm trees and left there. His friends were becoming more and could not be deleted, not left. Drawn
His friends asked him to bring hats, as the sun of the beach was very strong. He devoted himself to bring them hats, for which they had to erase a portion of the head. When he was turning the pen to use Gum dodged her friends and complained, but after explaining, accessed and enjoyed and were looking more and more ornate. Augustine only left
from home to school and ate rushed to get back to the road where his friends and happier life.
drew a boat where you can leave the beach and out to sea so far unexplored. Drawings
But friends asked him to give a better appearance. So far there were only a few strokes. Augustine said
Okay, I'll take longer, but I will draw better bodies. Drew
for hours making bodies, clothes, shoes, until his mother called him to eat.
This time, I was really tired, left his room on the first ring, when recently had to spend more until they resign from their drawings.
He ate and went to bed without a word, he would not greet his friends on the sheet.
routine the next day forced him off to school and back is locked in his room, took the sheet and his friends began to join.
-Augustine, we were chatting to us and we would like to draw on a larger sheet. In this we can not do much now, we have more space and some other things.
"Okay," said Augustine.
"I'd rather go on the boat to see what we find, enjoy some travel, some adventure. Yesterday I had to work all afternoon and we had fun.
- But you do not care to see us happy for us?
"Yes, clear that interest me, okay, I will draw on a large sheet, but I will take a long time. And in that task
Augustine spent the next three evenings, cramped wrist rest for a while and followed.
When finished, he had no desire to play, I was tired.
the other day, watching the road from his door still open and close it and was hesitant to delve into his world drawn. I was thinking what would they would ask him today?
had created a world where I was happy, sambulléndose enjoyed it, had affairs and nothing bad could happen. But his creations, his friends began to demand more and more. A creature
is not real without shadows, a much improved appearance vanished and so on. and so on.
I was not happy in this world that he wanted more and more work to satisfy their requests.
And the decision. Stood before the large sheet, filled with intricate designs, smooth strokes, lifelike landscapes and a wonderful display of dexterity plastic, and told them.
You know what?
was happier when they were only 6 or 7 strokes.
This was written almost two years and here is the original publication .
Cualquier semejanza con mi vida real es pura causalidad.
Gracias Myriam por la ilustración.
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