Month: August 2016

  • Beneath the moonlight

    Beneath the moonlight

    And how many dreams were unveiled, beneath the pale light of the moon       Friday night, two days before the birthday party, Magnifico was on the verge of falling asleep. He was comfortably tucked-in, beneath the heavy blankets, upon his little bed, inside his also, equally little room. A simple, unpretentious bedroom, but nonetheless, cheerfully…

  • Always the Champ

    Always the Champ

    In the distant past, we find the seeds of our present actuality     When the Mass was over, they cheerfully left, talking and laughing among themselves. Almost immediately, the long expected race began. Father Juan, in his clear, commanding voice, gave the start. Magnifico observed that little boy, that once had been him, as…

  • Flowers and celebrations

    Flowers and celebrations

    Some of his most enduring memories where marked by the most extraordinary simplicity of his life       When Father Juan finally called them, and they crossed the park to the church for Mass; Magnífico was overwhelmed, as he saw the flowers, so carefully arranged, outside the church. One day later during that year, he…

  • Sunday at the park

    Sunday at the park

    He never understood spring, until he contemplated it from a faraway winter… “What are you talking about? I hate to have to tell you this my friend, but by the time you reach the finish line, I’ll be there waiting with the first prize and that beauty of a wooden top will be dancing in my…

  • Games in the park

    Games in the park

    Like all the kids, it seemed that in the eternity of time’s passage, his birthday would never arrive    They were in the shade of the trees, gathered in one of the walkways of the park, exactly in front of the stone church that gave the town its special charm. His mother had ordered a…

  • The hare and the turtle

    The hare and the turtle

    Childhood is lived only once,, but is remembered on so many more occasions Deep in his dream, the first voice he recognised was Danilo’s distinctive, young voice. It belonged to his best friend. They went way back to when they studied their two years of grammar school. He listened to his voice, impressed by the clarity of the sound. “Now look, you…

  • Voices from the past

    Voices from the past

    None of his most cherished recollections ever surpassed the memory of first love It was the same park where he had once carved a promise of love for Camila. The memory of Camila lifted feeling kept buried beneath the weight of so many years on the road.     The voices and shouting gradually revealed their…

  • Engraving promises

    Engraving promises

    Some promises he engraved on walls, others on trees, but all are impressed forever in his heart…     And so, he sank into an intimate and marvelous vision of a past he had lived way back when. Confused, he abruptly perceived a multitude of different sounds. and among them, he distinguished voices. After a…

  • And, if it was all merely but a dream?

    And, if it was all merely but a dream?

    If it were but a dream, whom do I have to thank for it all?        Totally defeated by fatigue, derived from so much wandering about, he fell asleep again. In a manner that could be put forth, by some, as magical, he slept under the imposing influence of the deep roots of…

  • Life is but a dream

    Life is but a dream

    In the short while he had slept, he dreamed so many lives… so belonged to other, some were his own      After a long and profound daydream, beneath the shade of the beautiful tree in the central park, the traveller woke from a daydream, into which he had lapsed without realizing it. The tree…