..::A Matter of Weather::..

The fan is on but it seems it's not working at all. I can sense the dense air around me and around the entire house. The cat is laid down on the bed and she seems to not find a got position to sleep. I couldn't sleep well. The hot, mosquitoes, the noise of the fan and the wind it made all night blowing on my swety skin is now giving me chillings. My head aches. It's not gonna be good.
I woke up before the clock alarm rings, the noise at the street can let me sleep a little while.
I hate the city most of times. Its noisy and smoky trucks, horns, stupid dogs barking while walking with their stupid humans. I step out of home and head to work. Maybe on the streets the weather is better. It's not. It's as hot as it was inside the house. And I can even listen the sweet sound of the waking wild parrots upon the trees: a bloody truck is making too much noise while downloads litres of potable water to a building. Seriously. Can't understand why. Maybe just to make more noise and prevent me and others to sleep.
I walk a little more and a cool breeze touches my face. I close my eyes and think at least it could rain. The sky is so beautifiul I almost smile. But it's too hot to think, and I'm already in a dark mood. I drag myself to work.
No, I'm not a tropical person, I'm not a city person. There is a brazilian song singed by the remarkable Elis Regina that goes like these: " I want a house in the countryside where I can plant my friends, my albuns and books and nothing else". Guess I want that too.  
Hey, God: turn the city off. Turn the air conditioner on.  I'd like to have a bubble to live inside these days.


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