Dry leaves

This is the name of my blog, "Hojas secas". It means "Dry leaves".

I have little pleasures in life. Little activities I like to do that make my existence happier -little because they are simple, not because I have few pleasures-. For instance, I like to tread on dry leaves. The sound of them crushing as I put my foot on it. That simple thing makes a difference in my day.

That's why I love fall. Because trees lost the battle against gravitation, and they lost the one thing that dress them: the leaves.

Last Friday one of my bests friends shared some insignificances that make his life great, and I said "Dry leaves", and some other stuff like "reading some story I've made, and thinking, amazed, 'I wrote it, I put the exact words together to create some piece of art".

I love art. i love it when I'm listening to LUEUR D'ÉTÉ and my tears drop as it becomes intense. I love it when I'm reading EUGENIA GRANDET and I'm so excited I feel my heart is getting out of my chest.

I love it. And, as stupid as it may sound, the dry leaves represent all that art makes me feel and think. They are natural. They are just beautiful.