When I was four years old (and until six if I’m not wrong) I loved to sat in a rocking chair in the afternoons, usually till the dusk. In those years there was not electric light so there was no television and the adobe house with its little windows was so dark to get to read or see something, so my time was in the old patio. Unfortunately always after the warm sunset was the cold night to enter the house and light candles. From those years I disliked mirrors and the place of clothes because in semidarkness the former had shadows with shapes of faces and the latter I couldn’t be sure if the figure was really following my movements.
So in a certain way to me sunsets have a tense beauty. Nights too, but I’d prefer them outside :P
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