This tenderness created in me the need to remember.
That melody, so childlike and innocent.
Those light notes.
Like many small breezes running down the slopes of a mountain bouncing.
Like a little child’s toy waving here and there and it smiling full of excitement.
That feeling that comes every time you stare at two big grey eyes that hide nothing, that say it all.
There has been nothing in them but joy and endless love.
That pure love that everyone hopes they could feel forever in their lives for everyone.
But look how he grew old and hardened, his heart clouded by the spells of the mind.
He shuddered as he saw that there might be something more than what one speaks of.
He saw fake smiles form, different from the ones he knew, the effortless ones, the ones that puffed out cheeks and made the eyes to slightly close.
He saw smiles that didn’t force the eyes to close and he froze.
How could it be, he thought?
Does the heart tremble like that? Is this joy? Is it laughter?
And as he grew older he no longer closed his eyes when smiling, nor did his cheeks puff out, and the heart forgot what it meant to tremble.
Now and then he tries. He puts force on his face, squeezes his eyes, his chest, stops his heart slightly, and then like magic all the children’s toys, all the gifts and hugs appear before him and he becomes for a few minutes that child that once knew how to be happy, to be excited, to feel.
And then, for those few minutes the body remembers, it gets activated and there, he has made it, he doesn’t see so clearly.
The eyes are closed. The image blurred.
Are you still trying?
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