divendres, 30 de gener del 2009

Sense títol

She was walking past those wonderfully embellished houses, her eyes gazing at lots of Santa Claus trying to get in down the chimney or climbing walls.
Every step that she took seemed to introduce her in a fantasy world, a world that made her forget that her body was only covered by a dirty jacket and her feet could feel the cold air inside her old trainers.The beautiful landscape fascinated her, all of those Christmas trees seemed to welcome her to a world of peace, love and happiness...but at the same time it was as if they were laughing at her face, pointing at her with their decorated branches.As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the lovely lights which lit the festive atmosphere started to hurt her eyes. She felt as if that brightness dazzled her and brought her back to her own reality, preventing her from thinking in a world that didn't belong to her.She was standing there feeling frozen, more by her own feelings rather than the cold, when suddenly a house door opened and an old woman appeared and said to her, "I saw you for a long time standing right here and you look sick, do you want to come in and have a hot drink? It’s a pity that a young girl like you is like this at Christmas time!"Then the girl looked a her with sadness in her eyes for a few seconds... and while she was turning her back to her, said, looking upset and trembling, "I hope that you will be just as kind the rest of the year... Merry Christmas."




Yoli Cosano