Feb 9, 2010
THE CHAMBERLAIN'S GIFT
A cloudy afternoon, the royal chamberlain confessed his love to one of the twenty ladies that attending daily to the Queen. To symbolize this, would give a large ruby, which had ordered heart shaped carving. But despite such a great show of devotion, she rejected him because he was in love with a valiant knight who years earlier had gone to fight in the Crusades which perfectly remembered the chamberlain who, knowingly, had arranged that the king, also absent, requires the services of that knight. "Ingrate". He thought. And keeping the jewel, handed a poison into believing that drinking it, would dream that night being in the arms of her lover. "If you're not with me, you're not with anyone." He kept thinking as he walked away from the lady, dragged his steps along the damp, dark, damp and dark as his soul, corridors of the castle.
Feb 8, 2010
THE BOY WHO SPOKE WITH A SOCK
Was there any time, may or may not exist, a child who spoke with his color bands sock. It was a strange child in a normal family with father, mother, two younger brothers and grandmother. But he spoke only through his sock.
If I wanted strawberry jam was the sock which asked it for the breakfast. If he didn't want spinach for dinner was the sock that was refusing to eat.
And one winter morning, the boy's mother went to wake him and discovered that the sock had swallowed his son whole and slept deeply, perhaps because of the heavy digestion.
Then the mother, terrified, locked the door and, with tears in his eyes, turned the key and nobody ever went back inside.
If I wanted strawberry jam was the sock which asked it for the breakfast. If he didn't want spinach for dinner was the sock that was refusing to eat.
And one winter morning, the boy's mother went to wake him and discovered that the sock had swallowed his son whole and slept deeply, perhaps because of the heavy digestion.
Then the mother, terrified, locked the door and, with tears in his eyes, turned the key and nobody ever went back inside.
Feb 5, 2010
GREY GRASS GARDEN
I'm cutting the grass under my feet and then I stab the pebbles while walking in the garden of my mind.
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