"Every Monday Morning"
Every Monday Morning
Every Monday morning Tobey walks down the street with Emma. They like walking together, with the cold fresh air rubbing their faces.
Every Monday morning Tobey and Emma arrive at the same park and go for a slow and relaxed stroll. They sometimes sit down or play with a ball.
Tobey loves Emma every Monday morning and knows that she has loved him since the first time they met each other. He only has to look at her to see that tender feeling in her eyes, her smile, her laugh... Tobey thinks Emma is the most beautiful creature in the world.
Every Monday morning Emma is obliged by her mother to walk down the street with Tobey. They take the second turning on the left and arrive at a beautiful park.
Sitting in a bench, Emma thinks about the situation and gets angry: why has she to take the dog for a walk every Monday morning?
Every Monday Morning
Every Monday morning Tobey walks down the street with Emma. They like walking together, with the cold fresh air rubbing their faces.
Every Monday morning Tobey and Emma arrive at the same park and go for a slow and relaxed stroll. They sometimes sit down or play with a ball.
Tobey loves Emma every Monday morning and knows that she has loved him since the first time they met each other. He only has to look at her to see that tender feeling in her eyes, her smile, her laugh... Tobey thinks Emma is the most beautiful creature in the world.
Every Monday morning Emma is obliged by her mother to walk down the street with Tobey. They take the second turning on the left and arrive at a beautiful park.
Sitting in a bench, Emma thinks about the situation and gets angry: why has she to take the dog for a walk every Monday morning?
"The End of My World"
(This text has been inspired by the Elena Ferrándiz's tale El abrigo de Pupa)
The end of my world
It's the end of the World. Less than twenty four hours and I will be a part of the green grass growing in the ground.
I was born with the delicacy of the Nature and now I'm spitted out by her. She doesn't need me any more. She doesn't care about me, just material covering the floor.
And that is all.
When I first saw the light of the day and the obscurity of the night, I remember I felt good: I had no options and everything was right, day after day. The same cycle. No changes under no circumstances and me covered in silk, not like a queen but like a baby.
Life was then, and now I should face the troubles of the death. Everything comes to an end although most of the times it's not actually fair.
Have you ever noticed what is the meaning of "beautiful"? You call me that just when I'm about to say goodbye. Please stop saying that.
Keep your words to yourself. Give up your fake compliments and please, don't feel sorry about me. You probably don't know that what you call butterfly, is the end of the world for a trivial caterpiller.
(This text has been inspired by the Elena Ferrándiz's tale El abrigo de Pupa)
The end of my world
It's the end of the World. Less than twenty four hours and I will be a part of the green grass growing in the ground.
I was born with the delicacy of the Nature and now I'm spitted out by her. She doesn't need me any more. She doesn't care about me, just material covering the floor.
And that is all.
When I first saw the light of the day and the obscurity of the night, I remember I felt good: I had no options and everything was right, day after day. The same cycle. No changes under no circumstances and me covered in silk, not like a queen but like a baby.
Life was then, and now I should face the troubles of the death. Everything comes to an end although most of the times it's not actually fair.
Have you ever noticed what is the meaning of "beautiful"? You call me that just when I'm about to say goodbye. Please stop saying that.
Keep your words to yourself. Give up your fake compliments and please, don't feel sorry about me. You probably don't know that what you call butterfly, is the end of the world for a trivial caterpiller.
"Sticky Stuck"
Sticky Stuck
Viscous and sticky, slowly moving in the middle of the road with no reason why, not actually a direction to follow and just thinking, because frogs think a lot.
She stood there for almost half an hour, looking at the river at the other side of the way and breathing with her whole breast like a bubble: a brown and disgusting bubble stuck in the middle of the asphalt.
You know what a frog feels like when she is lost: it is a terrible way of discovering what your proper purposes in life are. The frog is there breathing and it is raining and she is thinking what she is going to do since 22:15 in the night. So sad!
Maybe you can keep on walking (or whatever you do with those curled legs of yours!) and meet that rotten apple that is waiting for you down the tree. It is yellow and red and there was a time, probably at midday when the sun was shining, that it smelt like rubbish. Just get there! Come on! only two jumps and the fruit is yours, take advantage of the bad weather for no flies are flying right now. Just go!
But she does not move. The frog opens and closes her marble eyes and tryes to jump back, maybe to the river although it is too much far away. She has to take a decision: while the apple melted with the rain is becoming a sort of ugly marmalade, she notices a huge dog mess on top of a stone, left side, really threatening... wow! Do not be afraid little frog, you are probably more hated by human beings than all that stuff. You are the weird character on fairy tales, you are the worst object a princess could kiss before becoming a queen (or a woman or a non-virgin-child sort of character). Rotten apples and stinking shits are not taken apart from their society. People behave as if they do not really exist, therefore do the same, close your big eyes and jump forward.
She jumps twice. She overtakes the rotten fruit and does not look at the dog mess. She thinks she has grown-up and has learned how to take decisions.
Now the frog has found a big house with a tempting well in the garden, she seems to be happy just imagining herself completely covered in mud and keeps on jumping until she gets there.
The door is opened and a lady goes out with her brolly. The frog stares at her but she does no realise there is a little and sticky animal hoping to take a bath in her well, so she enters the car and leaves the place, the garden, the well and the poor frog dreaming on fairy tales.
Sticky Stuck
Viscous and sticky, slowly moving in the middle of the road with no reason why, not actually a direction to follow and just thinking, because frogs think a lot.
She stood there for almost half an hour, looking at the river at the other side of the way and breathing with her whole breast like a bubble: a brown and disgusting bubble stuck in the middle of the asphalt.
You know what a frog feels like when she is lost: it is a terrible way of discovering what your proper purposes in life are. The frog is there breathing and it is raining and she is thinking what she is going to do since 22:15 in the night. So sad!
Maybe you can keep on walking (or whatever you do with those curled legs of yours!) and meet that rotten apple that is waiting for you down the tree. It is yellow and red and there was a time, probably at midday when the sun was shining, that it smelt like rubbish. Just get there! Come on! only two jumps and the fruit is yours, take advantage of the bad weather for no flies are flying right now. Just go!
But she does not move. The frog opens and closes her marble eyes and tryes to jump back, maybe to the river although it is too much far away. She has to take a decision: while the apple melted with the rain is becoming a sort of ugly marmalade, she notices a huge dog mess on top of a stone, left side, really threatening... wow! Do not be afraid little frog, you are probably more hated by human beings than all that stuff. You are the weird character on fairy tales, you are the worst object a princess could kiss before becoming a queen (or a woman or a non-virgin-child sort of character). Rotten apples and stinking shits are not taken apart from their society. People behave as if they do not really exist, therefore do the same, close your big eyes and jump forward.
She jumps twice. She overtakes the rotten fruit and does not look at the dog mess. She thinks she has grown-up and has learned how to take decisions.
Now the frog has found a big house with a tempting well in the garden, she seems to be happy just imagining herself completely covered in mud and keeps on jumping until she gets there.
The door is opened and a lady goes out with her brolly. The frog stares at her but she does no realise there is a little and sticky animal hoping to take a bath in her well, so she enters the car and leaves the place, the garden, the well and the poor frog dreaming on fairy tales.