dilluns, 10 de març de 2008

Dreaming

From the tiny covert gap of my new room, I could discover the first vernal Monday; a sky without any cloud, covered with a dazzing sun and this was illuminating my room. In the horizon I could see Eigers' edge snowed. All the fields surrounding my wooded house were full of small thicket and white and yellow flowers, these trampled on by the sheep.

I had a premonition and I went quickly to the door. He was there. I stopped exactly at his side. He looked at me and he kissed me. His lips were cold. I thought that perhaps he had drunk a glass of cold milk. But I woke up few minuts later and then I knew my father, despite being dead, loved me.

1 comentari:

Barrie ha dit...

Thanks for your post, Maria. What a nice and touching story!