17 setembro 2008

My tale

A step into the moonlight in the middle of the night.

The stars above, shinning just for me, are singing their lullaby.

I walk barefoot through the fresh grass and I smile when I listen to the whispers of the little people, hidding behind every branch.

Where are you, my never ending story? When I jump into your pages, everything seems to change and nothing is wrong. No place for emptiness.

You can find my world in that wonderful book, where every word is written in every second of my life by tiny little fingers.

Some day you will understand that every breath you take is the turning page of the tale of all times.