Time's colors
Cores primarias (Colores primarias), this is the title of the last plastic arts'classroom for the 6°EPO's children. No, it's not about a doping product, but really of the Education Primary Obligatory's formation. We are hearing the primary school by this way. The young 10-11 years old children had the task to associate paper sheets chewed of yellow, red and blue to see which colors they will obtain. I have been stayed amazed during all the week by the calm extraordinary of all the teachers in front of this young agitation, whatever the age of the young people. It would have been a long time I would have gone up the tone but here it's neither my place, nor my culture, nor the college's project. I will not say that I have seen all the colors during this week, but I have seen primary colors, a lot of colors. And primary, because I have not searcher very deeper of the surface in the EVS.
The weather has become really whimsical, like fickle. Oh it's doesn't seem yet to the board painted by the Galician's teacher. The grey does not cover desperatly the Rías Altas. But anyway, the weather has got it humors and the ocean sometimes gets angry. Oh the waves seem actually to claws of a little rebel kitten, and the rainbow which lit up yesterday the A Coruña's sky still takes often the advantage. The Galician's teacher was not very good company last Monday. I have to say that all the teachers have also seen this board coloured of notes, from 1 to 4, to emit a first evaluation about the chavales. The Spanish language is rich about a lot of words to describe young people (joven, chico, mozo, muchacho, chaval) and so we have a very wide choice to qualify them... and this board so is summarized in a multitude of bureaucratic numbers who feed (or not) the never-ending class council... So the nerves would be from the side of the young people, who are not hesitating to imitate during all the week a virile fight glimpsed on the corridor on Monday. But the dominant color in Andaina is rather yellow, color that's right of the facade, but also of the sun who is always lighting up their heart. I feel them fundamentally happy to live and it's contagious, very fortunately.
I was gone for searching also other colors today. Which way had I take not to be under the grey of the sky ? Santiago of Compostela is shining like a lighthouse on the region, although there's no ocean there, privilege of A Coruña. However the weather was to uncertain this morning and I prefered postpone the jewel's visit. The short railroad pilgrimage will wait a little, at least the pope's visit. Before doing late the real pedestrian pilgrimage... I chose to be modester, an appreciate again the surroundings. From the arrival, the passage of the planes above my head intrigues me, and I could throw me on the airport, near and available (on the contrary of Sevilla). In the rise to the place, I looked back and I perceived in the greyness a white light I have not seen before. It growed gradually until escape from the fog and I could see the landing gear of a beautiful plane. I just could hear the reactors'noise and capture the scene taking a picture. I really prefer be under than in ! I made some nightmares.
The beautiful bird is going and turning so fast... Few after, coming back to the town, I would capture an other event taking a video : the passage of the train of A Coruña to Ferrol. There I understood why the arrival trip had spent 28 hours. The world really does not go on at the same speed... The train Media Distancia is going on with a duck's speed in the parks of the city. We are not trying to complete the same objectives : it's about taking time to appreciate the colors around us.
The weather has become really whimsical, like fickle. Oh it's doesn't seem yet to the board painted by the Galician's teacher. The grey does not cover desperatly the Rías Altas. But anyway, the weather has got it humors and the ocean sometimes gets angry. Oh the waves seem actually to claws of a little rebel kitten, and the rainbow which lit up yesterday the A Coruña's sky still takes often the advantage. The Galician's teacher was not very good company last Monday. I have to say that all the teachers have also seen this board coloured of notes, from 1 to 4, to emit a first evaluation about the chavales. The Spanish language is rich about a lot of words to describe young people (joven, chico, mozo, muchacho, chaval) and so we have a very wide choice to qualify them... and this board so is summarized in a multitude of bureaucratic numbers who feed (or not) the never-ending class council... So the nerves would be from the side of the young people, who are not hesitating to imitate during all the week a virile fight glimpsed on the corridor on Monday. But the dominant color in Andaina is rather yellow, color that's right of the facade, but also of the sun who is always lighting up their heart. I feel them fundamentally happy to live and it's contagious, very fortunately.
I was gone for searching also other colors today. Which way had I take not to be under the grey of the sky ? Santiago of Compostela is shining like a lighthouse on the region, although there's no ocean there, privilege of A Coruña. However the weather was to uncertain this morning and I prefered postpone the jewel's visit. The short railroad pilgrimage will wait a little, at least the pope's visit. Before doing late the real pedestrian pilgrimage... I chose to be modester, an appreciate again the surroundings. From the arrival, the passage of the planes above my head intrigues me, and I could throw me on the airport, near and available (on the contrary of Sevilla). In the rise to the place, I looked back and I perceived in the greyness a white light I have not seen before. It growed gradually until escape from the fog and I could see the landing gear of a beautiful plane. I just could hear the reactors'noise and capture the scene taking a picture. I really prefer be under than in ! I made some nightmares.
The beautiful bird is going and turning so fast... Few after, coming back to the town, I would capture an other event taking a video : the passage of the train of A Coruña to Ferrol. There I understood why the arrival trip had spent 28 hours. The world really does not go on at the same speed... The train Media Distancia is going on with a duck's speed in the parks of the city. We are not trying to complete the same objectives : it's about taking time to appreciate the colors around us.
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