BUBBLES AND GOLD SPARKS

I always had belived writting is a hard business. I admire people that have the quality of getting his readers to other worlds, interest, point of view…

When I try to start to write, my mind just take off to near or far lands and it not rest neart my white paper. If I realize of that I could upset and feel angry but a melody alwaysget me straight my favourite wardrove, the doors open and the drawers slide slowly and show me my special pots.
They were chosen between hundred of jars at a rumage sale. The are bell-shape, glass vessels with cork’s top. They aren’t disordered or unclassified, they are file up, and ordered from green, orange, pink, red, violet to blu.
A day I opened the purple and orange pot and the bubbles escaped up and turned all of special contrast light. From time to time two of them found and crash , so hundred of gold sparks went off and they were reflected in the rest of bubbles. I couldn’t contain me I staggered unsteadlily to my feet, watering weakly. I feel like if imprisoned butterfly flashing again and again and I sought to shake my hand to brush them.
After that I opened the violet bubbels and looked and unlooked the little ballons to same time I felt lavanda smell and the movement of the champs moved right and left by the wind like if “The three Graces” of Leonardo were dancing.

If you want, you can play with me. I like sharing with you this melody of sounds, flashes, smells anyway you could enjoy playing with me or if you prefer you could help with my writing to improve my English.