Reading has its own fragance, just feel it.
Sunday girl was in a READING MOOD. She started reading her updates first, then she read a blog page and “continued” with a BOOK, but because she couldn’t pick between a novel or a poetry book or between all the topics available for her inside her ipad friend so then she picked a magazine to read instead. “No matter what I pick, reading is the main ingredient on this day” -said the Sunday Girl-, but she also thought that it would be a crime not to add Neruda, Isabel Allende, Laura Esquivel, Marquez, Fuentes, Sor Juana, Nicholas Sparks and more into the mix of her reading. You could say she was in love with reading, she fell for the words out there and it didn’t matter their shape and suddenly she realized something: That she was born with a reading list that she will never finish. Then she yelled “STOP WRITING” and out of nowhere a voice was heard in the background -yelling as well- “WE CAN’T, I CAN’T, Haven’t you heard, writing is like making love….” So then Sunday Girl had a thought: Reading and Writing cannot go alone, one always needs the other. Suddenly a voice whisper into her ear and said, “but sometimes writing becomes talking for certain people.”
“Sure…..Tell me more” -Sunday Girl replied-