Our Lady of Imagination took his hand that he was a child on the way to school.
His hand was warm and he felt secure.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Look people, talk to them, watch them with close attention, with his details, including funny ones, and learn to distinguish who puts his and who is not. When you large, they will give you the fabric, I lace and patterns, you will create. "
He listened.
When he was a boy, Our Lady of Imagination turned into a beautiful girl whom he fell in love.
As Scheherazade her, in the long nights after love, gave him the verses of poets and their hearts and then when it came time to leave said, "what I've donated with love for you to become another recall love that opens the hearts of women poets. "
Then he became a man and father and Our Lady of Imagination on the nights of tears watched him with those tender pain and gave him the words to cheer.
And he told of drunken ducks, clouds on a leash, of their 18 grandparents, 65 uncles, cousins \u200b\u200bof the 381. It made them travel to faraway places in time and space, conoscevano Esaù, tremavano per Isacco, volavano su strani pianeti abitati da esseri piccoli che erano abili giardinieri e loro non si sentivano mai soli.
Un giorno Nostra Signora dell'Immaginazione si spense, non era più un mondo a sua misura e quando i figli dell'uomo furono grandi, lui si ricordò dei doni che lei gli aveva fatto ed iniziò ad imbastire le sue storie per chiunque amasse ascoltarlo e furono in molti a sedersi attorno al fuoco.
A volte sapeva scavare nelle miserie umane con tale lucidità che le sue parole erano lame nel costato, limone sulla piaga.
Ma una cosa è certa seguendolo in sella alla sua immaginazione, iniziavi a cavalcare la tua.
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