Two Women At The Dry Grassland

In a spot of this earth, when the day was sunny. Two women were walking in the middle of  the dry grassland. Steps the women were staight. The sun was directly overhead both. In their minds, a million hope and dreams of a better life for the families in mind flowing warms as they hurried home while upholding a pile of grass and firewood in the head.

Two women are accidentely I found  when I was suddenly missing my dream about a grassland at this afternoon. Weeds not beautiful as I had found. This a grassland dry reeds. And dry grass when even bring this beautifully turnmoil in the minds of excitement…? Something that I could not answer .

In the shadow behind the two women, I see the spirit. As if they were walking in the front of me. As if I could hear them snorting breath too short conversatition both about rice, sugar, and salt who lives on a piece of their hut. And suddenly I remembered Atuzah, fictional character at my first posting (at another blog af mine in blogspot). Dunno. Maybe the asnwers why the turnmoil that comes with a beautiful mind.

The two women who walked in the middle af a dry grassland present spirit. Like the spirit women all around the word who want a smoky hut because there can be cooked therein, with the laughter of their children laughing at them. It’s like I realize  that day has got to be thankfull this today. Well are not must be grateful that there are many things we can do for our families, for around us, for this universe. l’sn it…friend…?