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Those were the days http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KODZtjOIPg Those were the days. We laughed because happiness was real, something we would enjoy forever, something that nobody would steal from us. We hadn’t already put a label on it, we knew it existed because we experienced it whatever it was. We were brave back then. Life was eternal, nothing could harm us. We were invincible like those heroes in the cartoons we watched in TV. And thus, we were not afraid of anything, not of pain, not of the future, not of other people… We cried; in fact, we cried a lot. Probably we hadn't learnt to cry for happiness, but we hadn't either learned to cry for pain. That crying was ephemeral and disappeared at the moment so the happy life could continue. Most of the time, it was like a shooting star in the sky: not knowing its origin, not knowing its destination, only knowing that it will be there only the blink of an eye. We were bold and unconscious of everything that surrounded us. The world was what we could imagine, the people, those we could reach, see and touch. We knew it was immense, but we didn't manage to understand it. Time was going away slowly as a lame snail. Those days, my friend, that lame snail, has already past. We learned to cry. Our tears have the same salted flavor, but the tracks they leave in our cheeks are much deeper, eternal scars in our skin and in our soul. We also have learned to wipe other people's tears away, knowing how it feels when the soul storms through the eyes leaving the body almost empty. That's a miracle. We have learned that, most of the time, those who surround us are more important than us because we know they give sense to our life, they are our life. We also have learned to truly enjoy everything, especially those little things that we didn't appreciate back then, because we know we are not immortal, that everything will pass and that we can't postpone it, because if we do it, we can find ourselves with everything to give, but no one to give it to. We look in the mirror and see what we've become. We see our bodies, and we see our souls. We know they will keep on changing and tomorrow we will be different. And today will belong to those days.
16 września 2012
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Surviving Bryan was playing, all his toys spread on the floor. The red truck in his left hand was furiously colliding with the brown metal car in the right one. Sounds emerged from that collision and Erika could guess there hadn't been survivors in that accident. "Surviving..." she thought while Bryan was taking another toy, with that yearning of kids for holding the hole world in their hands. Suddenly, there wasn't any noise, all calm and quiet. That was what made her return from her own world, only to realise Bryan staring at her, brown eyes wide open. That eyes, the same eyes... - "Mum" - "Yes darling?" - "What's up?" - "Nothing babe, why?" - "You're sad." Erika bit his lips, only to avoid the sea behind her eyes running free. -"No, I'm not. I was only absentminded..." - "Ok." It had been easy. This time, there would have not be more questions. She thanked God for that. These brown eyes, the light in them, their longing... made it harder for her to lie. "Surviving", she thought. "In the end, it all comes to that".
6 września 2012
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First notebook entry: Introducing myself These are my first words here, in Italki.com. I don't know what to expect from this site but I hope it will serve me to improve my English skills and at least acquire fluency in speaking. So: Today is day number 1. The road begins. In time, we will see where it heads to...
4 września 2012
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