Dear Santa,
many times so I started this letter many times, even so many years ago, with the wonderful fantasy a girl with a capacity to imagine and dream without limits on the kitchen table I wrote to you, Santa.
well, now several years later, I replaced the paper and pencil to a computer and a keyboard so dampening the magic that can give the words on the paper, smudging and the ingenuity of the stylus pen concealed in any apostrophe, sometimes fuoriposto.
but continued to write, to discover and relive the excitement of imagining, of going beyond the constraints imposed by reality, can still dream of a sleigh of eight reindeer who arrives in a luminous trail in front of my window, to even dream of preparing the evening milk for you and the grass for your reindeer.
I ask you therefore to put in your bag, a great package, filled only happiness.
happiness is indeed not trivial, I want something more.
want to give to every person who lives next to me, every single friend, the most important and special in the least, the ability to love, strong enough to make them live, the force that does not let them float, survive in the lobby, in the antechamber of life itself.
I would give them a 2009 special, those who remember, the kind that take your breath away, and something that everyone goes once again to enrich their individuality, but you choose it.
those who have never written in these letters that would like the Christmas bring peace to the world, the love between all men, which clears the social differences, the hungry, heal the sick and to help the needy?! Well I think everyone, because I will not be approved in all those, do not ask, do not ... Would you like to be just another wish for a 'utopia, in itself impossible, merely the desire for an illusion.
I would need this year to improve myself, I feel it inside me. There is something wrong, it's something I do not recognize, I can not decipher, but there is something inside of me, alive.
I'm missing something anonymously.
do not know if they took me only a lot of coal briquettes, do not pretend to judge, to evaluate my experience, my senior year, I'm at and do not even think it was perfect, everything else .
definitely something I built in all these 12 months, but I still have to add too many stones at my cathedral, and for this I need lots and lots of strength. is essentially why I ask you: the ability to improve, to look around to discover the beauty that each particular subject, to live for me and also for people who are close to my heart.
people who either can not lose in the next 12 months, and never will .... I ask you this too, not to deprive me of the people I love.
I've already lost so many of them, I thought of them perfect, then I do not know why, because of me or them ran away, too far from me .... and now, at this period, where everyone is a little 'closer to each other, I miss it.
I think this is it. all for now.
see you next year Santa Claus.
Francesca, a girl a little 'grown up.
TO ALL VISITORS OF MY BLOG!
many times so I started this letter many times, even so many years ago, with the wonderful fantasy a girl with a capacity to imagine and dream without limits on the kitchen table I wrote to you, Santa.
well, now several years later, I replaced the paper and pencil to a computer and a keyboard so dampening the magic that can give the words on the paper, smudging and the ingenuity of the stylus pen concealed in any apostrophe, sometimes fuoriposto.
but continued to write, to discover and relive the excitement of imagining, of going beyond the constraints imposed by reality, can still dream of a sleigh of eight reindeer who arrives in a luminous trail in front of my window, to even dream of preparing the evening milk for you and the grass for your reindeer.
I ask you therefore to put in your bag, a great package, filled only happiness.
happiness is indeed not trivial, I want something more.
want to give to every person who lives next to me, every single friend, the most important and special in the least, the ability to love, strong enough to make them live, the force that does not let them float, survive in the lobby, in the antechamber of life itself.
I would give them a 2009 special, those who remember, the kind that take your breath away, and something that everyone goes once again to enrich their individuality, but you choose it.
those who have never written in these letters that would like the Christmas bring peace to the world, the love between all men, which clears the social differences, the hungry, heal the sick and to help the needy?! Well I think everyone, because I will not be approved in all those, do not ask, do not ... Would you like to be just another wish for a 'utopia, in itself impossible, merely the desire for an illusion.
I would need this year to improve myself, I feel it inside me. There is something wrong, it's something I do not recognize, I can not decipher, but there is something inside of me, alive.
I'm missing something anonymously.
do not know if they took me only a lot of coal briquettes, do not pretend to judge, to evaluate my experience, my senior year, I'm at and do not even think it was perfect, everything else .
definitely something I built in all these 12 months, but I still have to add too many stones at my cathedral, and for this I need lots and lots of strength. is essentially why I ask you: the ability to improve, to look around to discover the beauty that each particular subject, to live for me and also for people who are close to my heart.
people who either can not lose in the next 12 months, and never will .... I ask you this too, not to deprive me of the people I love.
I've already lost so many of them, I thought of them perfect, then I do not know why, because of me or them ran away, too far from me .... and now, at this period, where everyone is a little 'closer to each other, I miss it.
I think this is it. all for now.
see you next year Santa Claus.
Francesca, a girl a little 'grown up.
TO ALL VISITORS OF MY BLOG!
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