BLOWING BUBBLES

BLOWING BUBBLES
03/2015

There I stood looking towards the rays of the warm sun shining through an open window. At that moment I was captured, not by the radiance of the light of the sun.
My eyes drawn to her shadowy silhouette in front of the window. Wearing a straw hat. The shadows in the darkness of the room concealed her face.But no matter, for even the darkness could not contain the beauty of her facial features . Silently she sat as the curve of her neck flowed graceful on to the deep dark shadows of her delicate shoulders. This mysterious women with a feimine spirituality of a goddess softly began blowing soap bubbles. As gentle of that of a young girl, giggling and smiling as her bubbles floated endlessly into the shadowy rays.
I knew them my heart would soon be engulfed by a soapy bubble..
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Name: Jesus Penaranda Race: Cuban American Eye color: Hazel Occupation: Communications Hobbies: Photography, writing, spirituality, family outtings, napping Nick Name: Hace History: Hace was one of those kids in high school who got along with various niches. As a result, he ended up with many different types of friends from various nationality and as soon as he graduated traveled the United States from NY to California and places in between. Nonetheless he was accepted by all different cultures and was considered open minded. During a period of living in Texas he attended acommunity college as a electronics student, and somehow was lucky enough to land a job with a large utility company. Remained there and moved to Southern California. Were he took up the study of communication.. Other Facts: Extremely intuitive and sensitive, is an old soul...With an ability to learn something from anyone. I already lost touch with a couple of people I use to be.. more…

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