I keep trying to solve the variables, but not even the constants decide what they want.
“Welcome to the club,” he whispered, recalling his own recent past.
Unfinished lives #39
"I want it, I want it," said the girl pointing up.
Her mother knelt by her side, one eye closed over the child’s shoulder to see what she meant. She was pointing to the moon. The mother exhaled in a laugh so light even her daughter had trouble understanding.
"You want it? Just stand on your toes, then."
The kid thought for a while and responded:
"My teacher said the moon is too far away, what difference will it make?"
Without an answer, the girl gave up on her own argument and decided to try. Stood on her toes. From her point of view, the index finger moved a few inches upward, until it reached the edge of the white circle.
Thinking about it… Hey, she had touched the moon!
"See?" mom said proud, "You can have whatever you want in life, it’s all a question about finding the right perspective."
"I will be the voice of my generation."
"Well, I just wanted to be at least part of the choir."
I got lost in the cloudless sky,
in the delicate lines of a winter afternoon.
The night comes soon
and I look at the stars,
willing to be lost forever.
Unfinished lives #17
Between a cry for attention and a smile for a like.
You know, the perfect life.
"Ouch! Don’t scare me like that!"
"Sorry, I just went to get some water."
"But why didn’t you turn on the light? This darkness is only good to attract the dead."
"And the light is only good to attract the living. It has been lately a much worse choice."
Studies confirm: vices of language are the number one cause of death among writers.