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paxilamI wrote it for my school journal ^^ anyway, as I'm not english native (italian one here!) I would like someone to proofread it, telling me grammar mistakes or if it is understandable and things like that..
text under the cut =D
<< I don't belive in fantastic creatures or monsters or something like that.. it's just.. you know, kind of strange beliving that those beings actually exist.
It's like when you realize that Santa Claus is just an imaginary guy in order to make happier our children. But, maybe this example is not so correct, because in the end Santa has got a real backgroud in some countries I-don't-even-remember-the-name…right? >>
Isn't it odd to think that when we grow up we lose our imagination? I know what is written above, I reported it myself..but I would like to regain my fantastic world, the one our children have. I'd rather give up everything I got now just to have in my hands - and mind - that wonderful power I already lost almost 40 years ago.
Yeah. 40 years already passed by. That's a long time, isn't it? It sounds so short to say, though.. 40 years of nothing, anything has come since your departure and anything has changed as well. How come?
Seeing you from behind, walking slowly, not caring about the girlish voice calling for the fourth time your plane, made me almost laugh. But I was so concerned about what would you be doing in that big city… From these photos it seems you had a good time, while I was so worried. While I was waiting for a call from you, expecting a letter, an e-mail, even a postcard would have been fine. I just wanted to be still tied to you in someway. I thought about why you decided not to contact me. I didn't know.
And as time passed by, you did the same in my mind. I forgot you. I didn't understand until a few days ago that I kept on living on my own world, or better, in the one where you made me your Prisoner.
You may think I'm a strange fellow..a bit obsessed, ain't I?
But when you were here I felt fulfilled, completed in every part of what, now, you can no more call life. I didn't need anything but you.
Probably I was blind to not see how you were unconfortable with me, how you struggled every time I got closer, even for just a little childish kiss..
- Could you, at least, imagine how lonely I felt all this time? -
Talking to nobody, eating with nobody, feeling nobody around but still listening to a silence which won't go away! You destroied me, you know that?! I'm no more a human being. My own body doesn't exist anymore.. I try to look at my hands but I see the brown wooden floor still shining from the last time you scrubbed it.
Please, someone bring me to that wonderful world where everything is possible. I beg you!
THE END ---> so..how is it??? >_>
It's like when you realize that Santa Claus is just an imaginary guy in order to make happier our children. But, maybe this example is not so correct, because in the end Santa has got a real backgroud in some countries I-don't-even-remember-the-name…right? >>
Isn't it odd to think that when we grow up we lose our imagination? I know what is written above, I reported it myself..but I would like to regain my fantastic world, the one our children have. I'd rather give up everything I got now just to have in my hands - and mind - that wonderful power I already lost almost 40 years ago.
Yeah. 40 years already passed by. That's a long time, isn't it? It sounds so short to say, though.. 40 years of nothing, anything has come since your departure and anything has changed as well. How come?
Seeing you from behind, walking slowly, not caring about the girlish voice calling for the fourth time your plane, made me almost laugh. But I was so concerned about what would you be doing in that big city… From these photos it seems you had a good time, while I was so worried. While I was waiting for a call from you, expecting a letter, an e-mail, even a postcard would have been fine. I just wanted to be still tied to you in someway. I thought about why you decided not to contact me. I didn't know.
And as time passed by, you did the same in my mind. I forgot you. I didn't understand until a few days ago that I kept on living on my own world, or better, in the one where you made me your Prisoner.
You may think I'm a strange fellow..a bit obsessed, ain't I?
But when you were here I felt fulfilled, completed in every part of what, now, you can no more call life. I didn't need anything but you.
Probably I was blind to not see how you were unconfortable with me, how you struggled every time I got closer, even for just a little childish kiss..
- Could you, at least, imagine how lonely I felt all this time? -
Talking to nobody, eating with nobody, feeling nobody around but still listening to a silence which won't go away! You destroied me, you know that?! I'm no more a human being. My own body doesn't exist anymore.. I try to look at my hands but I see the brown wooden floor still shining from the last time you scrubbed it.
Please, someone bring me to that wonderful world where everything is possible. I beg you!
THE END ---> so..how is it??? >_>
