She wants to build quicksand stadiums with quicksilver frames, for no one to go and watch the games that little moon-people will play in them. She had thought of the little details on the doors and on the seats. The lights would be like small triangles, and the whole stadium would be in the middle of one of her small craters.
She had also thought about her journey to the moon. She has a big tent so she can spend her nights until she buys a house. And she will be making more small craters there. Obviously. That´s why she intends to go there. And that´s what she says her dream is, making small holes on the lunar-ground. With little moon-people all around her asking for new small craters.
But what she doesn´t know is that she can´t walk to the moon. As much as she wants, she can not go to the tallest tower and try to reach the moon from there. Nor from the highest mountain. What she does not know is that this is all in her head. And it can´t be done.
Sometimes, when nobody is watching, she bends over and starts crying. With her arms around her knees. That´s only when she realizes that the moon is a long way from her. And that the road is almost impossible. Almost, because she can dream that she lands on the moon. But it´s only real when she falls.
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But way back then, a crater wasn't just a crater and nowadays, how you come daring to build craters? Maybe because you treasure the notion that reads that a crater ain't just a hole, but a whole universe awaiting to be filled.
Love you.
T asin Thomas!!
esta interesante lo q escribís,
dps leere lo q me falta!!
lo q no pude evitar leer fue lo de teletech jaja q viajecitos eh
abrazo grande!
Austin°
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