And the subject is “Normal People”. So, sound something peculiar and I really don’t understand this post. Personally, I don’t think that someone can say that have a perfect and common idea about this. So I will do the unique thing I know I can tell in this way: A tale.
One upon a time, a regular kid who lives the normal pleasure of life. Like kick the dust or drink a soda and eat cookies chocolate flavored.
Suddenly a ring bells. Is the end of the break. He starts to run at the second floor, where his teacher awaits in the door. Everyone sits in his chairs and an overrun silence hit the room.
So the miss says: “Good afternoon”. And the students reply at the unison: “Good afternoon Miss Helena”!
And the class begins with a cheerful predisposition. At the 5 o clock’ the bells ring again.
But are the last advice of the week, it’s Friday and the weekend starts.
Our kid runs to the lap of his mother. In the car he falls asleep. In the travel a heavy rains starts, a big tremble resonate in the sky.
In home (sweet home) a hot soup appears at his nose. Huffs and puffs constantly to decrease the warm water. The child is full of food (and love) and asks for permission to stand.
Before to go to the fields of fiddles and meet the maker of forms, he draw a landscape with crayons. Is the image of a castle, where a lake is surrounding the front and a dragon who is fliying and licking the clouds like cotton candy.
Then, when its start to close his eyes, he believed to see sand fall before their eyes.
And he close it until tomorrow…
