this time is real

She turn off the computer.
She tried long time to sleep, but many thoughts were dancing around her mind, showing in every spin images that she would try to remember the next morning.
The big question is to believe again in life.
Magic in the world is a strange to see. Every time the reality is overwhelming us with such violence, such cruelty and cold blood, that is hard to imagine is there such thing as magic.
Magic defined like those little things that make us feel alive.
a tiny flower blooming in an unusual season, perhaps a smile in the crowd that reach you like a hot breeze .
And certainly she found magic, or she thinks.
In the antipodes, he smiled just before fall asleep. He just found a treasure. A magic woman.
The vision of sunsets, clouds y cold rain in the winters, the joy for the nature, their music, the simple life they wanted all the time, and a shared dream the wanted to share, suddenly materializes in a clear idea, built by their thoughts an wishes.
Can this be real? they asked for themselves.
Perhaps the casual spectator could find this history a fairy tale for romantics or daydreamers.
But for those that have taste the sweet flavor of being enchanted by an idea, this could be the beginning of a incredible history, not ruled by the rules of this gray world.

He dreamed of a travel, walking in infinite forest, at the end of the day, he found a girl. She look at him and smile. Her deep blue eyes confirmed all what he guess before: this time is real.

(first try to write in english, for Lorien)

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