HAVE A LOOK

When the fox does not get to the grape, it says it is unripe.

In order not to act like the fox very often our heart is armed with courage rather than cunning.

We begin to climb the vine branches undeterred with our eyes fixed on our goal: the grapes, the boy of our dreams, the girl we fell madly in love with.

We slip.

A

Two

Three times.

So we decide to look away from the grapes and aim at the poor holds, to make the most of them during our climb.

Let's go up

More and more.

Always safer to reach the summit.

When we stop, however, we realize that the grapes are no longer on our head.

It is no longer as unreachable as it used to be.

But he is not by our side either.

We have been so busy climbing, advancing towards our goal that we have infused all our strength into it and, in trying to reach it, we have even surpassed it.

We turn back and, with a hint of melancholy, we understand that now that grape no longer belongs to us but to our past.

TAKE ME

When I was younger: I would put my arms in the shirt and tell people that I had lost my arms. I restarted the game every time I knew I was going to lose. I slept with all the stuffed animals like a baby so none of them got offended. I had that 4-color pen, and I was trying to push buttons at once. I poured the soda into a lid and shaken it as if I were making small glasses. the hardest decision was choosing which nintendo game to play. I waited behind a door to scare someone, then I left because it took too long to get out or I had to pee. I pretended to be asleep so I could be carried to bed. I thought the moon was following my car. I watched two drops of water slip on the window and pretended it was a race. I used to go to the computer just to use paint. the only thing I had to worry about was the tamagotchi. the only ‘false’ friends I had were the invisible ones. I sang in the shower. (now? now I take some life choices down there). I ingested some fruit seeds and was scared to death that a tree would grow in my belly. I peeled my knees which healed better than a broken heart. I remember when we were kids and couldn’t wait to grow up. what the hell were we thinking about?

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