In tutto questo tempo,
mi è sempre stato detto che voglio “troppo”.
Ma a me sembra che non ho mai avuto niente.
Niente di tutto quello che volessi davvero.
E ho capito,
che è meglio volere troppo,
perché, come dice Moder:
“Solo chi vuole troppo riesce a perdere davvero”
se nella vita “ho voluto troppo”,
allora sono sempre stato uno sconfitto,
e ne faccio parte, evidentemente.
E mi sono sempre sentito tale.
Mi sento sempre come se avessi fatto bene,
a volere ciò che ho voluto.
Every Friday “A New World”: a somewhat strange fantasy story, at times quite chaotic, of which I have had the inspiration for some time, or when I myself realized that I was living … “in a new world “, precisely.
Part 17: here
Part 18:
We know, after all: putting the heart back in place is never an easy task.
The eraculator wondered if, after all, when the heart is broken, if there is always a few pieces left. It seems to be completely destroyed, every time. Squeezed out of all its vitality.
The “duty” we impose on our heart to have to believe in it, not to give up, and we continued to consume its energy, its flame.
And as strong as it seems to us, everything has its limit. In fact, after love ceases to exist, we stop believing in it, and each time we fall into apathy, boredom, nothingness.
The man searched within himself, it had been too long that he had lived without real feelings.
If our heart could be a part of us, as a child, if this were torn to pieces … is there something left somewhere? A little arm? A leg? Something?
Maybe there is a small heart inside our inner child.
And if this part still exists … can it be reformed? Could something new be born?
In the palm of his hand, he had that energy that his companions had taken from the volcano, he felt better with that, but … something was missing.
It was something rough that had to be forged, carved, fortified.
A new heart that had to be different: more attentive, a little more collaborative with the mind, therefore rational and less reckless.
Surely, however, he needed to feel the love within himself again.
So, without telling anyone, he decided to go to the Phrob volcano alone, without warning Gugu and company. He took the train, and left.
How strange that new world was: with so many uncertainties, with new faces, you don’t know how long they can stay. Well, at some point one stops asking questions and realizing how much time he wastes being paranoid.
And then, we let ourselves be lulled by that feeling that our conscience suggests: letting ourselves go, without holding anything, away, from the current.
Without wondering who or what there is, after all.
That man was a person unable to care, but he also knew that he could not stay in that world forever.
He then arrived, also on the slopes of the volcano, went up and entered there.
The mysterious being who lived saw him, and presented himself in front of him:
– Don’t ask me to fight, I’m not capable of it. – The Heraculator told him.
– Mh, you see. You are a pacifist, but you have my creation with you.
– Yes, thank you but …
– Not enough, huh? I imagined.
– Oh yes?
– Your buddies didn’t tell me your problem, after all.
– Do you understand what it is?
– Yes, looking at you … you miss feeling emotions.
– Exactly, but …
– Want something new, huh? That it can work. Give me what I did for you, and … Can you give me your heart?
– What? And how could I do it? I would die.
– No, not your physical heart …
– Ah, well I don’t know how, uh … “extract”.
– Let me try.
The creature put its hand on the man’s chest, and they both lit up. A small arm and shreds of a heart came out of him.
It seemed they were made of fire, but now almost extinguished.
– They’re still hot. – Said Phrob, who began to work with anvil and hammer, to be able to revive what he had taken in hand.
Part 15 Here
happy Christmas Eve, Everyone!
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<< And so, this is my life now >>, thought the man, left alone in bed.
<< Without her, without anyone, almost without a real desire or hope to change my life. I always feel so tired… maybe… I should wait before doing something. Maybe I should “recharge”.
I can not stand it anymore. >>
It was just like that, now that was the world in which he woke up. She no longer looked the way she used to.
He too, by now was and felt profoundly changed. Now he could no longer find a valid alternative to what he had somehow become.
But what had he turned into by now? He didn’t understand it. He no longer knew what characteristic distinguished him, what made him say he now had a certain identity.
He pulled a long blanket over him, and made himself some tea. He looked out the window at that new, modern, fast-paced city, eager to do more, to evolve.
He looked out the window. It was now Christmas, he saw the Christmas lights. Yet, he did not feel the passion and the “Christmas spirit” necessary inside.
Without some things that made him feel really good, he couldn’t be as he wanted… he was almost hoping for something miraculous.
However, he set about putting on some festive ornaments, regardless.
It started to snow and he didn’t feel the urge to go anywhere.
But in any case he had the clear desire to change, even if he knew, unfortunately, that it would not be easy.
Meanwhile, his companions, to go to the volcano, used a locomotive.
Many people looked at them, they were certainly worthy of attention, given their bizarre appearance, but, as they had a regular ticket, no one chased them away.
– It’s almost Christmas. – Gugu affirmed. – it is eve, and we are going to a volcano.
– Well, we’ll go and give our friend a present. – Said Guguceppe.
– Friend? It would be more correct to say that he is our … “owner”.
– I wouldn’t say, we’re all equal to him. – Randurass said.
After this statement, silence accompanied the journey of the bizarre beings, until they reached the slopes of the Phrob volcano.
– What are we doing here, Gugu? We followed you but we don’t know your intentions. – Said Guguceppe.
– This is a magical place. It is said that in this place, there is a creature capable of giving people back the “fire”. I want to give it back to the Eraculator.
-And, are you sure he wants to give it to us?
– No, but I want to try.
The three climbed all over the great volcano, and when they got to the top, they saw inside it, a creature standing on glowing stone platforms. Bizarre, but he lived there.
It was another birdman, more than two meters tall. He had a red hawk’s head and golden armor.
He saw those creatures descend into the crater, and stood waiting for them, with his arms folded.
– What do you want? Not exactly the best time to take a volcano trip. – He said, in a deep, powerful voice, that he seemed to echo throughout the great crater.
– We need you if you want … we need a favor. A friend of ours … needs a new “ardor”.
– So, are you addressing me? A Christmas present? And why should I help you?
– Do you want something in return?
– I also forge very powerful weapons, and I like to fight. The strongest among you face me. He – He took two clubs that were lighted and incandescent.
– All right. Randurass prepared to fight.
Without further hesitation, the two began to fight. The clubs threw flames, and the enemy was really strong, fast and skilled.
The human crow was in clear difficulty, it was time for him to get serious.
From behind him, his wings appeared, he began to fly.
– Do you think you are the only one who has this resource? – Even the man-hawk sprouted two wings behind him.
– Don’t kill yourself! – Gugu recommended him.
Randurass’s eyes lit up green, he rushed towards the enemy faster than before, catching them by surprise and striking them.
– Ughhh…. – a crow faster than a hawk? How is it possible?
The smith fell to the ground on the top of the volcano.
– You’re still alive…? Um … what’s your name?
– Phrob, like the volcano. – The other replied, getting up. – Impressive fighting ability. I haven’t felt this way for years, okay, I’ll help you.
He connected with them, and found the thought of man, and through magic, he created something to give him.
– Quick, it’s getting late. – Gugu said.
– Soon it’s Christmas … best wishes. Phrob greeted them. – Review one more time.
– You are crazy! – Randurass said.
Running, the three took the last train again to go home.
Randurass had a great capacity for self-regeneration, and he recovered quickly, despite the injuries sustained during the fight, were many.
And finally, they returned home to the Heraculator, who under the tree managed to find, as a gift, a little hope for his future …
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