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It was a hot and grey spring day around seven. Exactly as now, while I’m writing this. I had just returned from a meeting of friends in which was she, the girl I liked. She was two years older than me, and despite she likes me too, she thought that our age difference was not convenient. So that afternoon I came back to my house and walked through straight to the back garden. I stayed standing there, staring at the sky. Suddenly started drizzling, and tiny drops began falling over my face. I remember quite well what I thought at that moment: what an awful sadness. I felt it that way, like if it was the most absolutely perfect sadness that could ever exist on earth. I was an ignorant, of course. And then I came up with two lines about that feeling, in a poetic way, and I felt a little better immediately, as if I had just found beauty in that pain, and consolation in this psychological alchemy.

To be continued…