Tag: The memories of a wandering artist

  • A second chance

    A second chance

    And then, she understood the impossibility of going back, to try once more… Feeling desperately saddened, Camila’s mother was finally forced to admit to herself, deep down inside of her maternal soul: how little of her time, she spent with that little girl they were talking about, as she thought about that quiet child, who…

  • The reading sessions of a baby girl

    The reading sessions of a baby girl

    Comfortably installed in her mother’s  blessed womb, she learned the love of books and reading “You see, madam, if it’s alright with you, I shall illustrate with a small example. A little over a year ago, I gave a book to Camila, as a small present. It was one of the few books that I have…

  • The tiny lettering in the card

    The tiny lettering in the card

    When I had finally read the small lettering inscribed, it was just too late, the Angel had wiped my memory with a kiss, before I could complain   To continue with this matter of the royal blue cardboard, it would contain a wealth of additional, unalterable specifications and of course, with more intricate details. For…

  • Professor Rafita’s mission

    He enjoyed how his students opened their minds, as he showed them a world that unfolded as well In this way, her teacher quietly began to explain views on Camila’s abilities. That day in particular, had begun as a beautiful Sunday morning, gently bathed in a mild sunlight. Around noon, the two grownups had met…

  • The most important people in his life

    The most important people in his life

    And still, lying in her deathbed, she was absolutely convinced that the world revolved on her beauty Suffice it to say that this issue about the circus had seriously interested him since he was very much younger. A fascinating world, populated by exotic beings and all sorts of animals gathered from distant lands, capable of…

  • The nostalgic flavours of home

    The nostalgic flavours of home

    And how many times when he woke, the only thing he desired, before getting up from his bed was… just a few moments more!   It was precisely in the strong aroma of his morning coffee, where Magnifico, even though many years had gone by , still tasted the nostalgic flavours of his beloved homeland. The…