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That does not matter by Denislav Valkov traslated by Ann Wood

That does not matter!
Hello.
Today is a beautiful, incredible, full of beauty day. There are clouds, the sun is gone. There is wind, it is cold. There are quite a few people, a few are blurry, but as she likes to call Little Prince: "It has no énation".
Today, I stand here, in front of you, a young reader, not with a pencil or a pen and a piece of paper, but with a keyboard and a monitor, and not tell you what matters (because it is not), but tell you what matters and what it is important to me what I call invaluable.
At the moment, it's strange, interesting and I have to tell you so many things ... but I'm afraid you will not understand me correctly. I will not speak of good and evil, of princes and princesses. This tale is not about sleeping quietly afterwards. I write her so you can not go to sleep. To open your little eyes to the Mother who is reading this, but to the world you are looking at every day, every hour, every second. Not by accident I chose to start with what the day is, because now I will tell you what matters ...
When I woke up today, I saw clouds outside. They were not one or two. They captured the whole sky, as if it belonged to them. There was nothing else to see above him. They really filled my eyes with very different pictures. Instead of getting cold, it made me warm. It was like I was there in the clouds. I imagined it ... Everything from there was a little, looking downwards. Looking up, I could see the bright, warm, gentle sun above them, or look horizontally and see that I stepped on, no matter what, but a diaper of water. Do water. Small, innocent, cool drops that are like a conditioner for the skin. I felt them, each one. And my body was shivering at that moment. It's like summer, I'm in the sea, and the waves are gaunt. And the drops in the case were not water, but like moss dew. And the touch was not as solid as when you were at sea, but so tender and pleasant, as if I were lying in paradise. The air was pure, saturated, and cooled my hot body inside. It no longer matter where the sun is. I did not look at it, I did not even want it. I was already inside myself and it was ... incredible. The smell of rain, the cooling, as if my whole body screamed ... Thank you.
I drew back and walked to the kitchen. Suddenly I felt hungry. There was a smile on my face, the most ordinary one, one that comes when you are happy (and you do not even feel it). I just knew the day would be great (it was already), and ... I would keep it. Going into the kitchen, going straight to the cooler, opening and seeing ... there is nothing ... nothing ...
I said, "I'll go to the store now, and I'll be there, and I'll take some air.
I put on the first thing I found. I brushed my teeth (which is a real pleasure), rub, rub and everything is getting fresh. The feeling of purity fills you, then becomes shiny. Ismoto.This is to use.
I went down the stairs to move. The blood filled my muscles and gave them a sense of completeness. I felt strong and ready for the day.
I went out. The evaporation of the cars, ex ... It's like my opium. Anyway, I just swallowed a little bit of alcohol, and I felt slightly overwhelmed {I do not need to say that I liked it}.
I went to the store, staring at the grass. It had just germinated and it was bright green. The breeze blew her and for a moment I felt like a part of her. I promised myself that everything was so great around me. I imagined the huge cars, the big dogs, the kids, everything ... And I was one, the most common grass. I felt the drops gently cover me and just as before, I felt refreshed and saturated. I imagined how the sun would be in the afternoon, and it would warm me up, and it would make me very gentle, relaxed and ... How nice it was to be a hell.
I went on. My sneakers slowly slid down the road. Each step was light, as if I was not walking, and I was flying over it. I did not feel it. I did not feel anything else.
Until I opened my eyes again, Young Reader. Then I saw ... A pair of pigeons. Thumps passed on my body.
Imagine how you fly and you can feel, sniff, carry in the air, and how everything is small and safe. Imagine it.
You know, there is no point in talking about your day. It does not matter. I'd rather tell you, present yourself. Imagine them, from the very beginning, from something invisible to seeds, children, how they then have a life that never happens again. Imagine how they experience things, how they learn, how they are changing and refining. Imagine this for all life. For the drops. For the grass. For pigeons. For the people around you, Mom, Dad, everything ... Everyone, his unique unique life.
For me, this is important, a young reader.
I opened my eyes and saw you. Because You're Unique ...

Short story by Ann Wood