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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,…
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A swing in the old pine tree
And when did he stop carrying his yo yo and his favourite marble in his back pocket; when did he leave his childhood behind? Actually, that was how the idea of building a swing was born in his father’s mind. In a way, it was due to the fact that he believed Magnifico would immensely enjoy…
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When the child grows into a man
Placidly sleeping, he dreamt his awakening and in that awakening he lived his life till the end of his days And so it happened, that in the quiet waters of the calm and serene pond, fantasy’s ripples eventually came back to find the father, whom without grasping of the full reach of his carefree jokes and…
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The dreams of an anxious mother
Happy, as he threw the stones into the pond… he watched the ripples extend in all directions The family was spread around this millpond on its banks, each and every member confined to their own particular and lonely spot. The ripples reached all of them, as it may, as they spread out to tickle not…
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Ripples in the pond
And so he realised the impossibility of moving, without the world also moving along with him. As it happens, when a child needlessly plays the morning away, throwing pebbles towards the centre of a pond, they fall generating tiny ripples that propagate towards the shores of the pond. So, it was that the innocent and…
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A world below the colourful tarps
Of things of men I’ve seen more than my share: in their houses and in their lifestyles, and in their way to dress, or not to dress. In their churches and in the things they believe these contain. In where they place their deceased, and in the ways they say farewell to them; and also,…
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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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