The sun
I love the sun reflecting on the water at sunset. It spreads like gold in this moment. It also enchants me when it invades cracks and invites tiny dust particles to dance.
Or even when it gets into the leaves of the trees looking for new ways. I like when it’s touching the tops of the buildings or reflecting on the surface of the window panes, insisting on being seen.
I love when the sun does’t hurt my feelings or when it's going out and painting the sky with colors that defy watercolors with new tones and artífices.
I also love small pieces of blue sky with clouds and the blue of the ocean in contrast with the white sand.
Blue is my favorite color! But the colors of the flowers are perfect, like the color of the mountains. ... And I know that all of that depends on the light that reflects onto my retinas.
And the apple of my eyes, always attentive, wants to be photographed, to remember for all time, everything that your heart can feel.
Hi Wagner, well done. That is an excellent piece of writing. I enjoyed reading it. The language is very rich. You describe the sunshine very well. My corrections are only very small things. Keep up with good work. Martin.