- "Angela, Angela ... where you want me to bring?" - The small
small room of course our host sat nearby, waiting for you, Angela, our teacher creative writing, leads us to explore our imagination ....
- "Let's see - he said with his usual pen to his mouth ajar, looking within themselves for hidden treasures as tools in the basket of a circus border -" Two people: characteristics, age, description -
- "That's great , can you choose me this time! "- I think to myself satisfied and now I see them take shape in my thoughts
CHILD - big dark eyes, a lot of hair matted, eyes curious and intelligent, five years.
SIOUX INDIAN - Age not identified, fired and wrinkled skin, eyes deep and fierce, long hair and shiny blacks.
- "The situation give it to me: a public place" -
disappears for a moment in the closet of mysteries, where a thousand things of every kind waiting to take life, even for a small moment of recognition, and comes up with something in his hand.
- "The character will receive a package that someone you see who, how and why, has left for him. Soon I'll show you what it contains" -.
_ "Start" - said she visibly amused - "you have half an hour."
The Indian was alone, sitting under the big tree, his legs crossed,
silent meditation, drums in the heart and skin,
wind in my eyes ....
Suddenly a flash of light
VISION ... .. ANOTHER TIME ... ANOTHER WORLD ...
The fast food is American, everything is extremely fast, darting, superficial
smells and chatter incessantly.
Sitting on a stool unlikely, the Indian sage asked for water.
- "stop!" - Angela said looking at us one by one and discarding it from its wrapping paper.
peeps a painting, photography black and white of a boy or a girl, about 5 years, mouth ajar, sguado tender and sweet.
- "What a strange custom" - thought the waiter, handing that package that someone who knows who, had left for him - "of course you could not confuse the recipient, a Sioux Indian" - she murmured to herself perplexed - "and where you see them now?" -
fast-running horse looked at him in silence, holding out his hand rough and baked by the sun. Questions were not needed, a few words are enough when you have the heart and mind open.
knew that would cross his eyes and saw again discard the torn in the photo, that puppy of a man with his young and naive curiosity.
Here alone, in search of the street ... A new glow
e. .. finally was the fragrance of the forest to wind it, the smell of resin and vegetation with its noise, its music distinctive, so unique, so sweet. The Indian
deep breath, beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes wandered a long way from under his eyelids, watching the long-awaited meeting, to be known as magical magical life when you live with courage.
The eyes of the child laughed happily, grateful, had long sought in the forest, as long fast-running horse, had called him inside her ..
The vision was slowly fading, finally the great and wise man within him had embraced the small and happy child who was so long ago.
She felt invaded by a very sweet and strong, strong as a rock.
opening eyes the two images were superimposed within him finally, embrace for eternity, reconciled, enriched resolved .. and now felt ready now so that it would be the Big Boss who was born to become.
ANGELA. Again! Mamma mia still there?
- "So far all is well. But it was all a dream ..." - What a pain in the ass! - I smile - what a wonderful pain in the ass! "
I turn and I turn around, 'Ste sheets, every time rolled on me as to want to retain them too!
I open my eyes, the darkness gently caress me, respectful of thoughts still asleep.
... Then I dreamed I was him, I was not there ....
Last night, before sleeping, the request was clear:
... show me the way ... let me know what ....
And then with the abandonment had arrived in India, so familiar to me, so 'known witness of distant memories of past lives ... and the child, that child a little scared and in pain, with expanses of inside daisies and butterflies, butterflies and light colored, waiting to be freed. I walked two hours
accomplices, hand in hand, complete, different faces of the same diamond that, like me, can not be denied even in only one of its facets without losing brilliance ...
thank Universe, message received.
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