there was a man that lived close to me. he was a few years older but i always had the feeling that he was my father. for some reason he took my breath away by the way he smashed people with his eyes. he could be dead cold to some people but he could warm your heart and make it melt away if he really liked you. he would tell me stories... anytime i had some break from study or work i would come after him. the stories were always about people he knew and people he would know eventually cause in his heart he sensed when somebody new would show up... he had the gift of loving. he really loved. i mean he really did. when i went to his backyard by the sunset he would ask me to lay down and be silent for he would sing me a song. and the songs were always about people he loved and hated. those who made the world pretty and ugly. it was always about feeling something for someone. i guess he was trying to prepare me for what i would become. one very sunny day i went to his backyard again... all i wanted was to listen his low tone while i would look into his big hands died from sun, full of freckles... but he wasn't in his backyard. i got really scared and looked for him all over his place, but he wouldn't show up! i sat down with my head in my hands and cried, i never thought he would leave me like that... as the sun was going on its way down he appeared to me and made me happy again, i held him in my arms like i never did before and then he told me with a very sad look in his eyes that i would have to stop coming... i didn't understand anything, i didn't ask why, i just stood on my feet and as i walked away he spoke softly "it's time for you to become a story, sweet child..."
