Talking about evolution...

     I know that many sociologists dislike the term "evolution" because we would be comparing one nation with another, one belief to another and so on. But when we compare ourselves from years ago to ourselves today, I think the term evolution would have his chance to be well used. In what do we base to see if we evolved? In our simple contentment with the person we are, with the person we became.

         When I was a little girl, many people would come to me and tell me I should fight for my rights. But when you're 4 years old, oh man, you not even think about what the hell this citizen is talking about. Then you finally get to that age when you use both full hands to show how old you are. In this time probably you're already on secondary school and that's where you figure out what all that random citizens have been telling you.
         It's really true that when young you may have your parents or any adult to protect you, to fight for you if some unfair fact occurs but, is it right to say they have solved your problem as you wanted to? When you make yourself this question, it's because it's the time for you to try to solve them. You may make some mistakes at first place, os course, but if it works, it is so nice to see that something happened to you because and just because you ran after it.

        

His departure would be a fresh start...

     The wind enters through the blinds of my window. I invite him to come in, it's showed him the house and so I watch him going away again. I'm afraid to say that these were the fastest visits I've ever received. A simple kiss on my face and there he goes. Silent, fleeting, free.
       I can say that I miss him when heavy rains prevents him from waving at me. So I seek his presence looking at the leaves, arranged on the ground already, being dragged away.
         What really enchants me in all this gestures is that, though the wind involves me, he frees me. Although he doesn't want me to leave, he quiets down respectfully and wait my departure. When I realize, here he comes right after me, just making sure that everything will be okay. And when I wouldn't want him to leave me, I shall also give in to his desire to move forward. Sweet is our relationship.
          I think that it doesn't matter if we tell each other: "Do not worry about me." Obviously we will. As well as I will know something is wrong if he won't blow for a few days, he'll also know that something is not right about me if my window will be maintained closed for a long time.
          We live a life of missing each other, it is true, but nothing that a few minutes together won't make us forget. If these moments are done only sporadically, it's enough. Then I know that all between us can still be intense, because even if I'm not able to see him, I can still feel him.