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2. Was it a Dream?My ears are caressed by a soft melody and I wake up.
I slowly open my eyes, afraid that it would stop dancing if I moved too fast.
I turn my head towards the piano and I find out that I'm not alone: at the piano there is a man.
I can only see his dark long hair and I can imagine his hands moving on the piano elegantly because the rest of his body is covered by two amazing wings.
Then a child cries and my angel turns and sees me.
The music stops.
“Shh, stop crying darling, I am here” my mother's voice breaks the silence.
I am alone in the room.
I look at the piano...
Was it a dream?
1. The Girl in the MirrorIt's a nice day in the south of Ireland, and a little cat is sleeping on a very comfortable armchair.
She is dreaming of the coming spring.
There are green meadows, sweet melodies and dances in her dream.
In a whisper the sun assures her that winder is almost finished.
A man knocking on the house door makes her dream fade away.
She opens her eyes annoyed and mews to call her owner.
The old woman opens the doors and welcomes the stranger politely.
The cat wonders if she is still dreaming.
At the door there is the most handsome man she has ever seen.
He is a wayfarer searching for a place to sleep.
He says that he has been walking for tw
Follow Your Dreams. Always."Stop shouting mum! I'm coming" he says.
It isn't true. He is going downstairs physically, but his mind remains in the park of that meeting.
The previous night in fact he met a wonderful girl. She had long straight hair, dark as the deepest night, she had big brown eyes, and their intensity thrilled him at the very first glance.
He would never forget the way her fingers played with the goth pendand of the necklace.
Where is she now? What is she doing? Is she imprisoned in her memories too?
He feels he should find her. He can't stand the distance between them. He knows that he would be content only at her side!
But it's impossible to see her
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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