He lived on a mountain and had many friends. He had long conversations with the trees about the meaning of life and engaged in long discussions with clouds about the shadows cast on the forest floor. He spoke out clearly and could scream from the top of his lungs, by the edge of a cliff, calling out faraway winds or constellations (even though he never did). He slept on a bed of leaves and woke every morning with the sun on his face. If the going got tough, he didn’t get going. He faced the trouble head on and lived to tell the story (which he wrote down not even bothering to change the names).
His days were full and he hardly ever had to take refuge in dark places. He smiled, and joked and made funny remarks. And everyone loved him and no one saw him cry. Above all, he never let his guard down and, though it didn’t seem like it, he never let anyone in.
Once upon a time there was a girl.
She lived in the bottom of the ocean and had very little friends. She had long conversations with the passing currents and the giants of the deep. She never engaged in discussions and hardly ever spoke about how she truly felt. She often felt like screaming, from the top of her lungs, but every time she did, all it came out was silence and loneliness. She dreamt of stars and constellations, of feeling the wind on her face, of climbing up a mountain to stand on the edge of a cliff. She fell asleep and woke every morning surrounded by darkness but tried her very best to see light in everything (like the hidden treasures only she knew existed, or the way she could see beauty in everything). The going was always tough and the scars were there to prove it (which she didn’t even try to disguise).
Her days were full with the vastness of the ocean and she kept taking shelter in dark places. She smiled a lot (imagine that!) but cried even more. Above all, she never let her guard down and despite everything she never let anyone in.
And one day…all of this changed. And that’s how the (real) story goes.
7 comments:
Adorei!! A ingenuidade que dissimula as cicatrizes e como tudo pode mudar talvez não tanto na "altura certa" mas com a "pessoa certa" ou talvez nem se trate da pessoa certa, mas do certo que existe com dois errados se encontram.
I, nunca teria conseguido defini-lo melhor: o certo que existe quando dois errados se encontram.
:)
(wow...)
Como gosto de uma boa história e nada melhor do que "Unce upon a time..." para não parar de imaginar como vai ser a continuação! Bem mais do que o fim em si!
Também fiz "wow" perante o: ... certo que existe quando dois errados se encontram :)
Sim, a continuação é bem mais interessante do que o fim em si. É importante o destino, mas mais importante é a viagem.
:)
E sim, impossível não dizer um "wow"... :)
:-))
Wow, posso repetir também.
Duplo wow até, porque gosto de histórias once upon a time. :)
As "once upon a time" são as melhores, sobretudo se acabarem com um "forever after".
:)
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