Category Archives: phantasy and never happening stories

Letter to a friend’s friend

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Dear friend of a friend,

you probably don’t recall this, but I do. We’ve had a little chat a while ago. While you probably went home right afterwards with your earplugs in your ears and your mind far away, I didn’t forget the things you’ve said. I didn’t  because in a matter of minutes you messed up all my principles and you took everything I believe in and mocked it with a dumb smile on your face. So I had to rethink my attitude a bit, worried that I might have been wrong all my life. Thinking that I was a fool. You looked at me, no doubt, as one looks at a naive child, who still has to learn about this cruel, cruel world he is about to step in.

You took all my friends and generalised. I hate generalisations. How dare you say everyone is bad at their chore? Oh, that’s not what you meant? You called me inferior, even if you talked it smoothly, with your foreign expressions, but, no worries, the mocking glance looks the same on everyone’s face, no matter how ‘well-bred’ they are. I don’t know what you read when you were little, I don’t know what you believe in, I don’t know what keeps you moving through your life and I don’t know about the things you dream at night. But now, you’ve made me curious, because whatever it is, I never want to have any of that. I will refuse to believe, no matter how old I will get and regardless of the tears that will try to drown me, I will refuse to believe even for one second that this world is, in its chore bad. I can’t believe. I refuse to look cynical at everyone I encounter, only because they might look at me the same way. I will defend to death the beauty of my world, because I fell in love with it before I even got here. Don’t you tell me people are perverse, because I will throw in your face a thousand struggling kids, good kids, who still get flowers for their mothers and a thousand artists, who still get inspired, every day, by the beauty of it all. I will point out for you thousands of people who stay together, every day, only because they got addicted to each other’s smiles. Don’t you tell me you’re nothing without a plan at twenty. Twenty is the age of no plans, didn’t they tell you that? Twenty is the age for love and laughs and learning, yes, but they don’t work separately, my friend’s friend. Don’t you tell me my friends will laugh at me behind my back, because you know nothing about them. What do you know about our sleepless nights and long hours discussing the stars? I bet there’s no place in your timetable for magic and what a shame that is. You have so much time to be cynical. You have so much time to be bitter, don’t waste your twenties. Don’t spend your precious time judging everyone around you, because you’ll waste it. And then, no wonder you haven’t got a second in your day to admire a flower or read a beautiful quote or merely think about how something made you feel.

You live so fast. You tried to convince me I am a majority, when I already know I’m not. You tried to convince me that the nights I spend dancing and laughing are going to damage me, but you had lost me before finishing that foolish idea, because I was already remembering that beautiful night that turned too quickly to daylight. You even tried to take my books and convince me that knowing statistics is far more useful, but by then I was already thinking that a story waits me at home, that my characters are waiting for me to define their journey.

So, my friend’s friend, the next time we meet, let’s just agree to disagree. If you want to keep your black and white perspective, by all means do, but don’t share your glasses with me, because I don’t need them. I don’t need your negativity, because my mother put flowers in my hair when I was a little girl and I’ve felt like a princess over a beautifully coloured world ever since. Call me an optimist with that dumb smile of yours and you’ll make me the biggest compliment. I won’t waste any of my time being cynical. You do that and let me be the irrational one. Let me feel too deep, let me experience more happiness and more pain than you’ll ever know. I take that, I take it with all my heart.

 

 

P.S. Next time, you should spend more time looking at the beautiful girls that were passing by, rather than argue with me. Or is that only the habit of ‘disgusting perverts’? I wouldn’t know, I’ve never denied myself the presence of beauty.

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I’ll be a princess when I grow up

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I think I have finally succeeded to convince my mother that I am a bit out of my mind.
We were having the everlasting discussion: what job would you like to have?
What’s the point in thinking about it yet? I’m not sure. Of course, if I say I want to be a writer, my dad and mom start laughing.
One option is English teacher… But… Meh.
Then I’d like to be an architect. But again, I think it’s hard to find a job you love afterwards.
Absolutely no to journalism, from both of my parents. And i am left with the family travel agency. The third option.
But I’m not sure, because I shouldn’t have to chose now. There’s still plenty of time, right?
So, yesterday, faced with the classic question I told my mom my secret plan. I will become a princess. It’s very simple. I will marry Harry ( I mean, he is adorable ) and become princess or some kind of Dutchess. And Kate will be my best friend. Doesn’t it sound perfect? I blabbed about this for about 20 minutes, and finally my parents dropped the question. Instead they smiled at me, comforting. I am not crazy. I swear. My plan is very logical and easy to do.

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The end of a bad day

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I am having a very bad day, so bare with me for a while.
Do you ever have days when you just want to kill everyone around you, when you put all your effort to answer others’s questions, when every remark makes you want to kill yourself, when you hope that by hitting your head repeatedly against the desk will kill you, when nothing can make you smile?
Because I’ve been having those for about a week. And today my nerves have been stretched to maximum. I hate those imbeciles that don’t grade us based on our qualities, that popular girl everyone seems to be in love with, that person that is lucky and gets all good grades. I mean, the only one who has a more depressing life is the character in my book. And he was chosen to be a character, which is as good as things can get.
I want to be a fictional character. It would be much, much better. Why can’t Peter Pan come flying in my room? Why doesn’t the Doctor appear in his Tardis and take me away? Why can’t I solve cases with a high dysfunctional sociopath? Why can’t I kiss Jack Sparrow and then save him from the death? Why can’t I live in Barcelona and be one of Zafon’s characters?

I mean, not even Christmas songs can cheer me up, which is something.
Ugh, 3 more days until the End of the World. Hopefully.

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Is this the real life?

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The library of books opened up in front of me. The shelves were huge, up to the ceiling, thousands of books were awaiting me. A lifetime of dreaming and fantasizing, a library of worlds. Nothing could ever be more appealing to me. The smell of old pages was fascinating and enchanting, the secrets each of the books were hiding were empowering. I had never felt like that ever in my life before. The world was mine.I had been given the key to eternal happiness, the key to everyones dreams. Life could never be boring again. I was just staying in front of millions of friends I was going to meet, destinies going to be crushed and lovers going to be reunited. I was… Amazed. Suddenly I realized I was afraid. Afraid of losing such a huge treasure, afraid it would suddenly dissapear, afraid of the real world. And my fear was justified. The infinity of books were fading away, disappearing into nowhere. The pain was crushing me. Someone was stealing everything away from me. It was morning. The dream was gone, my real life interrupted my paradise.

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Snow girl

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Today I wanted to feel like the pavement in my backyard. So, given the fact that the snow outside was really high I lay down and started doing little angels in the snow. As i lay down I felt a strange joy for that magic peaceful moment. I lay there, without moving. The snowflakes were tickling my face and the moment seemed to never end. I never wanted it to end anyways. I lay down there and completely fell asleep. Like if I closed my eyes everything would disappear. It never felt better to waste time. To completely do absolutely nothing and yet be so amazed. It gave me a certain feeling that I can’t describe. What I’m positive about, is that for one moment, one single second I felt incredible.

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On my way to Neverland

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Today I want to dedicate my post to this movie, my all-time favorite movie, for which I have deep feelings. It’s called ” Finding Neverland” . Thanks to great artists ( especially Johnny Depp, who did an Oscar performance) this movie was a masterpiece. But not only the actors made the movie. No, they were just a bonus. The movie itself has a certain magic I can’t explain. It makes you cry, sob and it makes you smile, even laugh out loud. It makes you think and it lets you develop your imagination. This movie is one of the best things that happened in my life. I can’t describe this movie better than the title itself does. It is a masterpiece about discovering your own identity, about the power of imagination, the power of thoughts. It teaches you that real life is not boring as long as you have an open mind, a creative mind, one that creates and imagines farther than reality.
And leaving aside the greatness of the movie, let’s all take a minute to think about the genius of Johnny Depp. As you probably noticed I am a huge fan of him. Well, especially in this movie he was more than anyone could expect. He was a star. All I know is that when I look into those big dark eyes I can feel exactly what he wants me to feel, whether it is joy or sorrow.

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Pure imagination

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Sometimes I come to think heaven is closer than many think. When looking at the sky and seeing the illuminated clouds I feel like something magic is happening. Like angels live somewhere hidden in the puffy clouds and look curious down to us. Sometimes I can even see them up there, running and dancing on the clouds, giggling, with a childish, innocent laugh. And when the sun sets down I get the feeling they are putting on a show. The most beautiful and loving show. And everyone is still, looks and can’t explain themselves what is happening. This moments make me believe, they give me the trust to carry on, they make me smile for a moment. This magic of nature leaves me breathless and makes me wonder, if there is more in life than this.

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