the story of a dream
Suddenly I have
decided to enter the playground, recurring thing in my nightlife. The
park in part already I knew it
I brought the young part of me that could be my daughter but it wasn't, to
in front of a machine that seemed a carousel of those little
Funny. The line took place very quickly in front of us and so we are
climb into a blue bidoncino, like the open mountain bidonvies. The bin
transported us up, sliding with well-oiled wheels that were
laid to our right and rolled on a large cable suspended in the void.
Then, as in all the rides, they began to climb up, a little too
high for my tastes, so I was afraid, that typical controlled fear
to be climbed on a carousel too dangerous but knowing that it is a
Joust. Below us a very distant view of cultivated fields, houses
small and mountain pines, dark green almost blue, of which we could touch
tips. The sky was blue and I began to worry because I had
need to get me to survive. Then the ride took some
steep curves, slipped to the left and took us in front of a slide
of wood, a wrapping path where we were lying and slipping down and
on, transporting us to other places, far from the beginning of the carousel.
We went down there,
I set up the 50s style flower cotton dress and admired
as I had finally narrowed my life and had returned as I was, with
the narrow vine as before facing life. I took the baby by hand, and with confidence I walked
on the road, on the acetate of the village from thick and yellow walls. To my
left and to my right the porches shaded the walk of the ladies
who spent the afternoon like this, having nothing else to do. I walked in.
in the house of man, who was really a nice guy, the muscular shoulders,
the smiling and cheating air and in front of him I opened the bags I had
with me, recover while I was at the playground: with wonder the child looked
inside and saw that they were full of money, but so much money, notes that
they filled the soft clutches that perhaps, so thought the child that was with me,
that maybe mom stole them from someone at the playground (although it was
very strange, because we hadn't seen anyone there, but I knew the part
adult of me would also be able to steal with dexterity and this was
a great thing, it gave me security).
I set up the 50s style flower cotton dress and admired
as I had finally narrowed my life and had returned as I was, with
the narrow vine as before facing life. I took the baby by hand, and with confidence I walked
on the road, on the acetate of the village from thick and yellow walls. To my
left and to my right the porches shaded the walk of the ladies
who spent the afternoon like this, having nothing else to do. I walked in.
in the house of man, who was really a nice guy, the muscular shoulders,
the smiling and cheating air and in front of him I opened the bags I had
with me, recover while I was at the playground: with wonder the child looked
inside and saw that they were full of money, but so much money, notes that
they filled the soft clutches that perhaps, so thought the child that was with me,
that maybe mom stole them from someone at the playground (although it was
very strange, because we hadn't seen anyone there, but I knew the part
adult of me would also be able to steal with dexterity and this was
a great thing, it gave me security).
Man has
looked admired all the notes, and he and I hid them together in
some places of the house (behind the bricks, under the furniture) putting them to
shelter from possible thefts.
looked admired all the notes, and he and I hid them together in
some places of the house (behind the bricks, under the furniture) putting them to
shelter from possible thefts.
Then I went out,holding the child by hand, and we've been walking again, and when we're
You're pretty far from the house, as I felt she was worried
because we left all that money there in that house and we went
feet, I stopped, I fell in front of her and in complete silence
I showed her satin handbag with two ruby buttons closure.
I made a small click by dividing the button hug and showed
content: lots of notes.
– – –These are
are for us – I said.
are for us – I said.
And then I got to
raised, I picked it up by hand and continued the path.
raised, I picked it up by hand and continued the path.
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