Leaves of life
By benafim
Leaves of Life It was difficult to find the hotel’s exit, so many rooms with curtains drawn where smartly dressed and artificial tanned people sat reading or watching T.V. Outside nature had been beaten by a layer of asphalt on which the sun mulishly shone, blinding me as I came out of the hotel’s subdued and sterile interior. By an ornate pond, now filled with cement and painted green, a man, on his knees, repaired his motorbike. “Nice to see people in natural light for once” I said… “Air conditioning… He muttered, no one likes the outdoors anymore, nature brings dirt and disorder and anyway it can be admired on T.V That’s why children are been banished to a camp far from here where they learn to become proper adults with clean nails and combed hair. Look, I’ll show you something, don’t tell anyone.” And there, in a tiny crack at the base of the pond, three pale green leaves of grass grew. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 08:21 AM PST 0 • 9
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