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あなたの想像力はかかりましたか そして、あなたの夢は始まります………………

雨が降ったので窓の外を見て。鍵盤からの感情で、音楽が部屋を埋め尽くすにつれて、風が響き渡りました。涙はぼやけたビジョンと同様によくなり始め、歪んだ記憶になりました。風に乗って雨の中で姿を消した思い出...

新しい段落


アジア産真珠

ある世界に潜って新しい世界に浮上する。アジアの古代文化が生まれ変わります。風が一つの人生から次の人生へ、新しい始まりをもたらすにつれて、人生は新しい生き方を示しています。家族を失った若い女性は、近親者と同居するために送られます。水面の下で世界に沈んだら、自分が知っていたものとは違う世界にいる自分自身を見つけること。彼女の本当の家を探す。彼女が本当の平和の瞬間を持つのに十分なだけの場所で、場所は静止していました。彼女に家族の喪失を起こさせる機会を与えます。潮流を運んでいる流れは、彼らと共に伝統と共に両方の若者の愛をもたらしています。奥から覗き見までの理解が初めて大好きです……………

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Sharing your thoughts?

By Annette Shaw • 2019年7月1日
The story (House of the Pouring Rain), is a story that I channeled from deep in my mind. A place that comes to me in my dreams. I know the characters because I am a part of them. Mainly the pianist. A ghost that lives in a shell, a place that is home, yet a recurring stagnation in time. 

House of the Pouring Rain

By Annette Shaw • 2019年6月6日
Looking out the window as the wind and rain beckoned, the notes, from the keys they left. Filling the air around me. Lifting me from the somber state, were all the emotions welled. Thinking about the moment that it happened. Hearing the wood crack as the bridge gave away. Feeling the suspended slow motion of the car as we slid through the opening, down to the rocky bottom. How the ice cold water entered the car window. Knowing that all the moments were locked in time, somewhere in the cold of winter.  Wanting my dreams, that started the journey from the beginning. The moment I first met him, to the moment we saw the house, out in the country. The first time we drove through the area, seeing the autumn leaves with all the colors, reflecting off the waters edge, put me into a note, I never played before. All the old Victorian homes, gave the town a quaint appeal. It was the old wooden covered bridges, that really made me want to live and make memories, that I would savor.  Tears, started to send burred visions, as the thoughts left. Turning my attention back to the keys on the piano, letting my feelings reach each one, with the emotions I felt. The music was like the wind and rain, it lifted with them, then slowed as they did. Flowing with the emotions, on the winds of the seasons. I knew that if I really stayed focused, that I could call him to me. Hoping that he would feel the beckoning, the longing for him to be home again.  Not understanding why, after we died, that I was bound to the home that we bought after getting married. A home that was perfect, for the life we wanted, with each other. The life that so many dreamed of. One day a moment of happiness the next a shattered window, that could once be looked through, looking into your dreams...…………..  
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