The colors of the fallen leaves
Ok. This post is not about capoeira, but if you are still interested, read on.
It all started with the colors of the autumn leaves. Have you noticed them? There are zillions of fallen leaves on the ground. Look for the ones that just came down. I call them the "fresh" leaves. I bet you cannot find two of the same colors or patterns. I started wondering the story behind each leaf. They started off as new buds in the spring; gradually they grew into full leaves. They survived the thunder showers and windstorms, and just now they performed the autumn symphony of zillion colors. Anyone who has heard the sirons of fall colors know what it means to be speechless. You prefer not to say a thing because you are afraid whatever you say is going to ruin it. You realize that you are limited by the power of words, because no words can do the job.
Ok, each leaf on the ground tells a story. After the symphony, they came off. And they tell you a lot more than words can say. I am not going to ruin it. Go check it out yourself!
p.s. I am having the most wonderful autumn I've ever had in my life--the colors of the fallen leaves, the music, the wisdom, the love. I am thankful to whoever made this happen.
It all started with the colors of the autumn leaves. Have you noticed them? There are zillions of fallen leaves on the ground. Look for the ones that just came down. I call them the "fresh" leaves. I bet you cannot find two of the same colors or patterns. I started wondering the story behind each leaf. They started off as new buds in the spring; gradually they grew into full leaves. They survived the thunder showers and windstorms, and just now they performed the autumn symphony of zillion colors. Anyone who has heard the sirons of fall colors know what it means to be speechless. You prefer not to say a thing because you are afraid whatever you say is going to ruin it. You realize that you are limited by the power of words, because no words can do the job.
Ok, each leaf on the ground tells a story. After the symphony, they came off. And they tell you a lot more than words can say. I am not going to ruin it. Go check it out yourself!
p.s. I am having the most wonderful autumn I've ever had in my life--the colors of the fallen leaves, the music, the wisdom, the love. I am thankful to whoever made this happen.
posted by Chienjer at
7:48 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Marinete,
I am just sitting at work being bored. So I googled "Iuri" and stumbled on to your blog site. It seems that you are a good writer!!! I totally dig all of the insights that you wrote about Capoeira. I wish you were still here to train with us, and play a low, slow game to help get in the flow!
Peace,
your friend,
Chris
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