feeling I was the Symphony No. 9
of Beethoven (scherzo)
I travel through space in a ship very white and transparent. Appears a monstrous scares me, then walks away. Other beings and stars come to dance, go up and away as the perpetual waves of the sea.
feel the urge to return and see the earth where I feel sheltered and peaceful with the elemental joy to hear the birds singing and frogs croaking after rain.
Workshop 1, Exercise literary magic of writing:
http://tallerlamagiadelaescritura.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-consigna-encontrar- the-rhythm-interno.html
Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/03/1903
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