(Sitting on a bench in Providence) ...
red trees, moving in the wind, leaves fall to the ground, mixing and reboloteando with others, to coordinate on a strange exercise between inert bodies come alive thanks to the sigh of the wind ...
A saxophonist is gained by the subway entrance Pedro de Valdivia ... put your box on the floor, making the saxophone, and started playing ...
Jazz takes over the room, suddenly she can not hear the noise of the buses going by September 11, there is no honking or yelling ... just saxophone music that floods the room, and suddenly the red leaves start, and not to fall and fly without a destination or inertia ... now dance, move to the beat of a track Sinatra ...
I've always loved the fall, I'm just living my third fall as such, and I do not doubt my favorite season approaches ... as I think this, saxophone sings "Baby it's cold outside", and while other is cold outside, not think about it, but which version I like better, if Doris Day with Dean Martin, or Nina Simone with Ray Charles ... musical dichotomies, while watching the leaves flutter, and not with that issue, but one of Louis Armstrong ... Continuous
my thoughts on everything and at the same time, about anything, as I see it as a puppy from those, the Kiltro faithful and friendly, plays catch leaves and barks at the wind like asking him to play with him, to give you a hand and send it to more sheets to catch ...
The saxophone change of pace ... now sounds "Garota de Ipanema" and the bossa nova takes over the environment, as if Tom Jobim was present in the same place, giving more shine to fall. The leaves continue their dance, nearly matched each other ... red with yellow, orange with green, enjoying jazz and bossa feel in the air.
Suddenly, the saxophonist and all music stops abruptly back to reality, the horns sound again, the cars on the street, people walking in a hurry ... the dog no longer play and dance no longer leaves . Time to return to the routine I take my bag and my jacket, I adjust my scarf, I start walking to the subway, under the stairs, and suddenly come back to hear the saxophone ... at that moment I thought of back up and enjoy some more, but not I think it is someone else's turn to experience the very moment that I left behind jazz and bossa, puppy, leaves, red and yellow autumn ... I hope that someone else has been there, I hope the reflection you have done ...
PS: image "fall," courtesy and copyright of "unclesim" ... Http://unclesim.deviantart.com
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