the perfect place
The Perfect Place
Ten years ago I used to be a dreamer young girl living in a place where dream was kind of an impossible. I dreamed of the most extraordinary place in my mind. Being a Cuban girl, have a perfect and free place to live was just a fantasy I imagined to escape the reality. The reality of my poor land dominated by hatred and will of a group of people that have not wished at all of seeing a free Cuba.
My perfect place had abundant lights; it was bright and colorful, wide and where everybody lived there own live without been on top of others life. The place had many ways for everybody to choose what they want to do and how they want it to do it. There were beautiful houses, big and small but comfort houses, where the winter, spring, summer and fall had the magic of have their time so everybody could enjoy them. During the cold weather wear nice winter clothes, open your arms and look to the sky letting the snow rest on you. It will be good to going to a park with fulfill trees of flowers during spring; or revel in of a gorgeous and clear beach in summer, looking at lake’s surface as smooth as glass, reflecting the lovely summer sky. The sounds of the splashing waves against the shore provide no better cure for insomnia. Feeling the relaxing breeze of the fall while you take a nap on a leave’s mattress makes you be transported to other dimension. The good thing is that as an eighteen years old girl I understood that was almost impossible to be in a place like the one in my dreams. So it was only an escape to in my mind.
I only had to close my eyes and there it was my dream perfect place. Some images from a fairytale movie perhaps. A place so amazing it had to be the most similar to what we call paradise! My very own place has wide streets quite people and brilliant photo ads. It has an intense, blue, clean and vivid sky during the day and a glittery dark and peaceful sky during the night.
The perfect place or better say, perfect dream that it feels
Ten years ago I used to be a dreamer young girl living in a place where dream was kind of an impossible. I dreamed of the most extraordinary place in my mind. Being a Cuban girl, have a perfect and free place to live was just a fantasy I imagined to escape the reality. The reality of my poor land dominated by hatred and will of a group of people that have not wished at all of seeing a free Cuba.
My perfect place had abundant lights; it was bright and colorful, wide and where everybody lived there own live without been on top of others life. The place had many ways for everybody to choose what they want to do and how they want it to do it. There were beautiful houses, big and small but comfort houses, where the winter, spring, summer and fall had the magic of have their time so everybody could enjoy them. During the cold weather wear nice winter clothes, open your arms and look to the sky letting the snow rest on you. It will be good to going to a park with fulfill trees of flowers during spring; or revel in of a gorgeous and clear beach in summer, looking at lake’s surface as smooth as glass, reflecting the lovely summer sky. The sounds of the splashing waves against the shore provide no better cure for insomnia. Feeling the relaxing breeze of the fall while you take a nap on a leave’s mattress makes you be transported to other dimension. The good thing is that as an eighteen years old girl I understood that was almost impossible to be in a place like the one in my dreams. So it was only an escape to in my mind.
I only had to close my eyes and there it was my dream perfect place. Some images from a fairytale movie perhaps. A place so amazing it had to be the most similar to what we call paradise! My very own place has wide streets quite people and brilliant photo ads. It has an intense, blue, clean and vivid sky during the day and a glittery dark and peaceful sky during the night.
The perfect place or better say, perfect dream that it feels