Sometimes

     Sometimes... when it rains, the interior drive calls: go!, get wet! posses the rain, let the rain posses you, but measuring glass acts more decidedly  asks  for common sense and wins, I quiet myself and  stay to watch the drops falling down devouring dust, the distinct smell of wet soil swamps not just the nose sense, but the bigger of our senses: the skin, transports us, mainly if we close our eyes.

     Sometimes... my pet Pitrus, a not so pure labrador, and my boxer Rosco look fixed at me, as asking " the mart croquettes you serve us, not just are a lab invent, but tastes like scourer; leftovers are a little better",  I don´t mind at all, cause nothing´s better than the gratitude look they give to me when I serve their meal.: despite the fact I give them croquetts with a taste of lab scourer.

     Sometimes... I inmerse myself so deep in the reading of a good book, I don´t want it to finish ever and dilate it as long as I can, no matter it is 500 pages, and when I finish the lecture I slow to take other to encroach  his place.