VIEW OUT OF THE WINDOW FROM MAR DEL PLATA,
ARGENTINA
Dear Nata, Lena N, Lena S, Sasha,Oksana,Yura,Masha,Irina,Anya,Zhenya,Olya
and Valentina Saenko,
We are looking out of the window
of our Schoolbus.
Oh! It is so hot! The shining sun
glitters on the calm blue sea. It is
early in the afternoon. Lots of tourists
are bathing in the Atlantic Ocean waters. The
foam of the waves seem to burst
into thousand of multisized bubbles when they
reach the shore. Parasols of all colors protect
the people from over 30 degrees C.
sunbeams. Yellow! The landscape is yellow ! Van
Gogh' s yellow. And the parasols? Perhaps Monet' s flowers
through the heating vapors that blurs your
sight and which are born from the blazing
sand. It is Summer, our Marplatense Summer. We
are looking at a downtown beach. On our
left, and old castle whose roof tiles
bleam as one of Miro' s reds : bright red, blood
red, old frescos' red , the red of Faberge' s
Eggs ; reminds us of the gorgeous days of
Mar del Plata when most of those magnificent
huge houses had not been pulled down yet.
That remaining castle is called " The
Monks' Turret". It has a beautiful and impossible
love story. If we go a little farther
we can see the open sea. No waterbreaks,no
limits, it is awesome. That blue immensity that
roars with taller waves. The
immensity of wilderness, of far away beaches.
The seagulls open their wings as if
trying to embrace the laughs of happy
people and merry children.
Life is at its ripe. Summer is
also a dark blue cherry waiting to
be bitten. We have still forty-five days
before seeing the other yellow : the brownish
one, the one of the Autumn leaves.
Thank you very much.
Looking forward to hearing
from you.
Ines Valente.
From a seaside resort city called
Mar del Plata in the Republica
Argentina.
Mar del Plata( 7600) Republica Argentina.
VIEW OUT OF THE WINDOW FROM BUENOS IREA , ARGENTINA
Hello friends!
Thanks for your message! I was not at home befire, for it is the
holiday
period here now, so I am late in replying to your email.
I will tell you
about the look out of my window now. It is late in the evening now, and
I am trying to reply to email. I live in s atreet one block away from a
central avenue, so I hear quite distinctly the noise of teh cars and buses
that run through the avenue. My window looks on to a tree, and I can see
and feel the rustle of the leaves with the wind. Just right across the
street I can see my neighbor;s house, where there are no lights on. Probably
the they are away on vacation.
Kind regards,
Gabriel Rshaid
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