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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…
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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…
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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…
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The fluttering of the butterflies
And every time she saw him, she felt butterflies fluttering inside. His Dad didn’t mind observing his son’s shoes moving around from limb to limb and suddenly disappearing above him, in the heights of the pine tree. On the other hand, his Mom was constantly searching for her son, with butterflies fluttering in her stomach,…