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Just… to get it to start boiling
And in the bleak skies of his old age, the warm skies of his childhood shined once again The morning was still young. Both of the spectacular races were over: the horse race, which Danilo’s father had won, riding his new horse; as well as, the five laps around the park, won by…
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Father and son get-together
And so he learned how, among the best moments of his life, were those that had been so intimately and happily shared “Well, my son, I was thinking. It seems like everything is alright at the farm. I don´t see any problem if I take Saturday off, so we can spend the day together. I…
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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…
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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…
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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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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…
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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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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…
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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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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…
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