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Primordial memories
After a while, he would come back down laughing, and then, he would settle comfortably on one of the first lower branches of that pine tree; the branch polished to a fine finish from so much wear. It was a huge bough, precisely his favourite one, where he would swing from his legs, with his…
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The adventures of becoming famous
He lost so many things in life, but he held on to his dreams… Consequently, on many a quiet night at the farm, when the countryside and its surroundings had grown introspective, serenely tucking themselves in, sleeping the night away, Magnífico lay with his body resting in his little bed, inside his bedroom at the…
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Magnifico’s dreams
Without realizing it, since he was a child… at night, he would dream into his future On occasions, settled into his magical hideaway on top of the world, Magnifico, relived some of his most peculiar dreams. These dreams, he had never shared with his Mother. He understood clearly that it would only cause her unnecessary worries…
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With the world in his pocket
He walked through far away lands, with his world that he kept shiny and carefully tucked away in the bottom of his pocket Equally, during those long mornings, many of them bathed by a gentle sun and refreshed by a mild, cool breeze, Magnifico, would snatch the opportunity to scramble up to the top of the tree, far away…
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Saturday’s spirits
The comets flew up to the highest reaches of the sky… loaded with his sweetest dreams That was how the small, young country-family passed the weekends, an unassuming life, yet filled with the pleasant happiness derived from those lunches on Saturday. And always present in these picnics were the fried plantains, the blood-cakes, the sausages,…
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The flight of the planes
“I believe that I have journeyed and wandered over the most part of the planet. In large and very modern air planes, and in the most rudimentary, antique and quite worn out ones, as well. Yes, I have flown in tiny, small aircraft that took off from concrete runways, and I have landed in patches of dirt roads…
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The elevated reading sessions
Through his reading, he discovered other worlds of dreamers like him On many Saturdays, the three could be seen together, taking a break and enjoying their mutual company. But also, in-between the week, he liked to search for quiet refuge and sanctuary in the pine’s clearing, once he had finished with all his chores, of…
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The ups and downs of childhood
And he understood that having reached the peak, you invariably descend once again That makeshift swing had been made by his Dad, surely with more love than luxuries. He built the seat from an old, worn down wooden board, polished from so much use over the years. Patiently he handcrafted it lovingly in his spare time. Once…
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Lunch in the pine tree’s shade
And so, the today is impregnated with that yesterday Many years went by. During many afternoons on Saturday, they loved to share lunch, sitting together beneath the shade of their beloved tree. They would place an enormous, brightly coloured table cloth in the midst of the green grass in the clearing.. There in the cool…
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Together in life
And with the cutting edge of his sharp imagination, he left a testimony of his passing through this life A few years before, in that same pine tree, they had once built a swing. In some way, that old pine tree became an important part of the small family’s…
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