Christmas was coming between distant and close sounds of merry bagpipes. They flew far in the air blown away by the wind the last dry leaves of poplars and chestnuts. At the first light of a pale sun we had left in peace – following two opposite paths – headed to work. Father had greeted … Continua a leggere Christmas tears
Categoria: TRAVELING AT HOME
There is always a tomorrow
There are other worlds, other universes. Where the dream is possible, and sometimes it comes true.
Condividi:
All I have to do is dream
The notes begin and I climb the steps as they begin to be convinced and sharp. I no longer hear the metallic scratches of the train, the day begins with that piece and they and I, the people, huddle in the wagon and against the windows. They look at my hair (I want it long … Continua a leggere All I have to do is dream
ANTONELLA CARULLO 