Seven is enough of, for a family members living in a house of 2 bedrooms, that you are always in quest of a quiet place where to read, write, and as the usual routine had absorbed your time at work, for when you get home, fed off of computers you want only to just relax. As Mr.W. Somerset Maugham’ quote said, to read you only need is a secluded cocoon like, or just to shut down your ears, and cut yourself from the world outside noises, and continue reading, like when you commute and usually do. Save that in your house, besides your domestic duties, cook, do laundry, and errands, at the end of the day, the only place of your realm where to gather yourself, thoughts, and pains parts is the little corner of the shared sofa. It happens that I have that little Eden, with a imprenable view of a safety-escape rusted iron stairway that stop right on a the asphalt of street.
It’s a nook where I have written about all of my blogs and posts, on my iPad, and sometimes, my laptop, late in the night when the tribe had joined the pillows, I write for an hour or less –I told you that already, It’s mansion of 2 bedrooms, I did? Oh! Yeah, Sorry for repeating myself, so that’s it. At wee hours You can see through the curtain time flies, and season playing at seek and hide, for your eyes only, and a visit of whimsical bird stopping by the windowsill to read you blog? Peering atop your shoulder perhaps, than rises an eyebrow and flaps his wings away. Good morning sunshine, it’s Sunday morning, I got to sleep
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