Mum mum do you know what?
She suddenly exclaimed.
" Oh Honey, tell me, tell me! "
" You know, today I was in the park with my grandparents and while I was on the swing I saw Martina arrive, you know not? That little girl I like so much. She was really beautiful, she wore a floral dress and had her hair pulled back in a simple bun. As soon as I saw her I ran to her and asked her if she would like to come with me under the big chestnut tree, the one in the center of the playground. At first she blushed but then she accepted and I felt so happy. And do you know why I asked her to go there with me? "
" Let's see ... you know I don't know Darling, you tell me, I'm curious! "- Mom followed."
I asked her because I wanted to tell her something ... well it's been a long time since I've been whirling around in my head but I've never found the courage to let him know and face to face ... I'm ashamed ahaha. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to be my sweetheart. But ... not really like children, I want her to be My girlfriend and I want to treat her as dad does with you and grandfather does with grandmother.
I want to take her for a walk around the country hand in hand, I want to buy her a big big puppet so at night she can hold it and remember me, I want to tell her every day how beautiful she is, I want to protect her like grown-ups do, like dad does, I want to do everything like he! He is my hero! ".
" But love, but it's a fantastic idea, I'm so proud of you! But ... may I know what she replied? "
The mother asked anxiously.
" Well ... she told me she would let me know the answer tomorrow, when we would meet again at the little park. So at the moment I don't know if that's a yes or a no. Obviously I hope in the first one, I would be really happy! ".
" Honey, look, you can go sure it will be a good yes, you know we women are like that, a little ...
how to say we always make you on your toes, but in the end always worth it. Trust mom. It will go great! But now go to brush your teeth and then go to bed that we have to resume the routine that soon starts school and then tomorrow will be a great day, hahaha. Come on, go to bed ".
" Okay mom, but tomorrow morning I wake up early that I have to make myself beautiful, I have to put on the gel, dress well, put on perfume ... "
" Honey, she will look at this: your little heart. And if he beats hard then he'll tell you yes, she certainly won't care how you are outside, but how you are inside! Up to bed! "
"What a hurry to go to bed tonight!"
Thought the child.
"It never happened ...".
The lights in the house go out, you can only hear the crickets and cicadas out there in the fields and a few people for the town who are already waiting for the party next weekend. Summer atmosphere. Peace and quiet around. "Oh right, tomorrow morning I must also remember to take her a rose from the garden, a beautiful fragrant and beautiful red. I can't wait!"
The child thought again in bed, now on the way to sleep. 3.38 marks the alarm. The house is shaking.
"What's going on?"
He wonders.
"I've never felt the house move so much ... oh maybe it's Superman who came to town! Ahaha, he's so powerful he makes everything move. I even drew it on the locker at school. Or maybe it will be the disonaurs. that return, Batman, the superheroes ... but dad will think about saving me whatever happens, he is my Hero! This is how the life of that splendid child ended ... with his mind immersed in the world of fantasy, competing with those who had arrived in the village. No superheroes, no dinosaurs, no superpowers ... all the power of Nature had made itself felt in the village. And he, now under the rubble, I'm sure he was smiling while waiting for his favorite hero to come and save him. He left this world smiling I am sure, dreaming yes but with constant thought about the next day. Who knows if Martina would have said yes, who knows if she would have liked the rose, who knows how many moments they still had to live together. It all ended there. That yes never came, that playground is no longer there and that child is no longer there either. But I'm sure he left us with a smile. But I'm less sure if her dad and mom did the same. Perhaps they understood that no superhero had arrived in the city, but Nature. And I think maybe there was no smile on their faces ... but only tears, tears of those who would soon leave this world. "
If someone had told me I would have thought him crazy, but I miss the six o'clock alarm.
I know, some might say: You can get up early anyway.
Those people don't know me, they can't.
Another absurd thing that I miss: waiting for the train.
Every commuter knows perfectly well the annoyance of waiting for that damned Trenitalia train that always arrives late, but don't worry, when you are late you leave early.
I miss the confusion in the streets; certainly not that in the metro yet, a minimum of sanity remained.
But one of the things I miss the most is getting dressed.
No! I haven't been around the house naked in two months.
But before I dressed in such a way as to convey something to the people who passed me on the street, I dressed in such a way as to feel better, to instill courage or to feel pampered.
My clothes have always been part of my personality.
I know, it's stupid, it doesn't matter.
But sometimes it's the stupid things that are missing the most.
Not everyone is lucky enough to be born in dream families, to grow loved as fairy tales, there are painful bonds like intercostal twinges, unknown faces who live only to hinder you in suffocating you with indifference, they are the monsters under that bed, they terrify laughter. tunnel of horrors and before letting go make sure you have traumatized that you can’t forget them even when you are away.One day in June 2 years ago you were wearing a long and light dress, blue leaves danced on it. At the airport you were the most beautiful, tragic like loneliness and bright like grace. In the midst of everyone, you kept silent, covered by dark glasses. Hugging me before boarding, in my ear you hinted at a magic that I would see happening around me, increasingly clear. I didn’t understand. Prophecies always hide, protected by simple words, spoken without a place and out of time. For a long time they exist unseen, like the divine. And when they emerge, they are among the white sheets of a hospital, in the soft light of a lamp in the living room or are the leaves of your dress. As they whirl in the air, they reveal the intangible weight of truth. You have disseminated my life with words, spells that I have miraculously preserved, beyond the pain, beyond the absence. Every now and then, one of them takes shape and breaks through, bringing you back here. And I find you alive in me and in all things around. And I understand that the magic you were talking about is you, my magic comes from you. And it floats, never settling down.I think I dreamed of some kind of what if last night, I dreamed that my maternal grandmother had been dead for some time and my grandfather was left alone. I called him to worry he was fine, went shopping, ate and all the essentials. One day he told me he had a bad foot then I asked some of my relatives on my father’s side (even in dreams and in what if I eliminated relatives on my mother’s side) if he could do the shopping on his behalf and with difficulty they seemed to be able to organize. Then the next morning I call for info but the grandfather doesn’t answer the phone and I fidget until I see him in the middle of the road that greets me (in this dream I don’t have any geographical or temporal coordinates, I don’t know where we are, how far we are , if I still live with my parents or already with Luca, he is in his grace phase, he is fully dressed in a shirt and jacket as when he was getting ready to drink coffee at the central bar of the village, he also has a flat cap which, however, I take off because it’s hot. We hug each other, I tell him that I love him so much, he smiles and replies that he too wants me a lot and calls me “my darling” giving me a pinch on the cheek.I am so afraid of the dark From an early age, I was afraid a ghost would pop up under the bed I was afraid of that spider that would appear at night and that punctually in the dark, with myopia I did not see I’ve always been afraid of the dark To fall into the void, to close your eyes and feel the total emptiness around you It has always terrified me I compare this fear of mine to loneliness I think it’s more or less the same thing The fear of the new, in undertaking something of which one does not know risks and privileges for the fear of risks And then you see the darkness around and you are afraid Only that in solitude you have fear because you are afraid that at the end of all that darkness there is no one to shake your hand or you are even afraid of how far you will have to travel in the dark before even seeing the end and then stay still. Stop terrified of fear. I wished I had a mother to keep me company there in the dark and chase away all the ghosts of my childhood.
Analyzing the global market and what currently attracts young people, I wanted to give advice, dispassionate and unprofessional, to all those who may be in crisis right now and do not know how to renew themselves and have new customers.
Cosplay, manga, comics are the attraction of the moment. If you have a club, organize something that concerns them, if you have a shop you sell accessories and costumes, if you have a page on facebook try to introduce this topic and you will see that many young people will discover you and you will start a new business and new interesting events for all young people .
Do you know what the turnover of the cosplay costume trade is? Do you have a clue how much you make from selling cosplay costumes? inquire and renew yourselves. There is a slice of the market waiting for you and where you can do new business. Showcase cosplay, bring young people closer. Use mannequins dressed as superheroes and images of familiar manga and you will have new buyers.
Do you come dressed for the young but can’t make enough money? Put manga in the store, buy manga and put them in the shop window, put some loud anime music in the store, advertise by quoting manga, renew your facebook page by introducing the most popular manga and anime. Print some Japanese writings and show them in the window. They will attract many young people.
Do you have a bar that doesn't go the way it used to? Have the waitresses dress up like Teamaid, in Japanese style, and advertise among the young people. Paper your walls with manga posters, with anime pictures, and you will see many young people coming. Obviously you have to advertise your new look a lot. You have to focus on what attracts young people the most now.
You can ask for the cooperation of cosplay and in return they will get a lot of publicity working in your club or shop, will attract fans and create new attractions in their workplace. They will also have a further following as charity is needed right now, and I believe many young people can be helpful in reviving many workplaces that don't know how to bounce back.
If you yourself are part of some cosplay or manga or anime group try to give these tips to the shopkeepers in your area or city. Try them all. I in my small way I thought these things and I hope they can be useful to someone. I am not a marketing professional but I only have ideas and I wanted to give them to you hoping to do a good thing for all those who are in difficulty right now.
It was dark outside. I was getting changed to go out for dinner. I was almost in front of the window, because the mirror was between the two windows. Suddenly a red light out there grabs my attention. He is standing in the middle of the trees. I remain motionless. I know he is watching. He doesn’t want me to forget what happened, our years together, our perverse bond. He doesn’t want me to forget anything like he does. But he does it in a manic way. He keeps the memories of every second, every minute and every hour of his life in his inner filing cabinet. I rearrange my dress. I know he wants to see me shaken but I have to act like he’s not there. His love was not. It was control. I had the power but he wanted to control me from below. He now wants to see if I live happy. But he knows that I cannot be happy neither with him nor without him. The razor’s edge of our story was metal and dangerous. But he couldn’t imagine that I was really different from the others. What was dark in me he hadn’t seen well. This had been his failure. A Dark Lady is not that easy to spot and he hadn’t been able to grasp the details. When he realized he had lost the future with me it was already too late, I had decided his destiny and I had closed my heart forever. I was there, in my house, ate, went out, smiled and lived. He was there in the dark, without money and without a life. He was trying to still exist, to exist for me. Instead I existed for myself and I had broken his game. I had discovered his bluff. He no longer ate, no longer had a home, no longer had friends. He only had me. He lived only for me. Every night he stood there in that darkness that had created between us. And he saw me living without him. Sometimes I left the window closed. Sometimes I opened the curtains. I knew that his only life was there in my daily nothingness. His goal had always been to destroy me inside. Destroy my vital spark. But he couldn’t know about my destroying Demon. His was a fiction. But mine was real. By the time he realized the power of my mind, everything had already vanished from his hands.
This is D&G Spring and Summer dresses and I love all these colors and I hope you can dream of the sea and the sun and many beautiful things looking at these dresses, which represent all the colors of Sicily
There was a time when I used tarot cards but strange things happened in the house where I lived. I saw people who had died. A woman dressed in black crying in the armchair in front of my bed. I could hear the laughter of a child. Then even bad things happened to me. Then one day I saw something silver and they were angels and they entered me and caressed my internal organs. And I felt a lot of well-being. Now I don’t have much positive energy anymore but I still have my tarot cards. In this house where I live now there are many presences and therefore I never wanted to awaken them. A friend of mine told me that I would be a good medium but I don’t know how to become one.
Nefele was sitting in her garden. Nephele watched the green walnuts fallen on the grass. She was bored and sad. By now he had had no contact with his parents for seven months. He did not know how to resist memory and nostalgia. He felt an enormous weight on his heart. Having to pretend nothing was terrible for her. When Thomas called to remind her of the party that evening, Nefele snorted. She was tired of all those parties. They all looked the same. She wanted something different. He got up from his chair and entered the house through the French door that opened onto the garden. Then he went up to his room to bathe and choose a pretty sexy dress for the evening. But he had no desire to show off. Then she chose a black dress and a rock crystal necklace. He looked in the mirror and gave himself a touch of purple lipstick. Thomas was ready and went into the room shivering. 《You are my divine sister tonight. ” Nefele turned and looked at him well. 《Save compliments on your pick tonight.》 At each party Thomas eyed a girl and seduced her. It wasn’t a difficult task since he was a beautiful boy.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 