“It’s dark and it’s cold outside” she says “and that is where you should be right now….”
he puts on his shoes… he wished for new shoes… new socks too maybe…. something that didn’t have holes in it… He was only allowed to use shoes with no holes when he had to be somewhere where people could see…
“No coat this time” she said. “That’s the best way for now.”
she opens the door and the little boy walks slowly towards the freezing night…. the wind isn’t too strong so it’s going to be fine…. he considered himself lucky because this time she said cloths were OK… she didn’t even say anything when he put his shoes on.
“Now remember to walk around and don’t lay down.” he heard her say as he started walking away from the house. He was scared and he was cold… If only the moon would come out…. then it wouldn’t be so dark….
He didn’t look where he was going but all of a sudden, as he woke up from his thoughts, he noticed he was only a few feet away from the river. He had been there so many times before…. it was like his feet knew where to take him…
A few crocked trees…. behind them his secret place… his home away from it all and where he could lay down and rest….
He wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping… it couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes…. but he heard a sound…. He looked up from his hiding place and saw the brightest and the biggest moon he’d ever seen before…. “Come and dance with me… play with me” a little voice said from the behind…. and they danced and plaid in the moonlight… they laughed…. it felt good…. from this moment on they would be…. la gente della luna…. the people of the moon….
Note: This is originally from an old journal/writings dated December 1978, or when I was 13 years old… translated to English February 2002
Aww…..(((((((((((((((((((Gabriel)))))))))))))))))))…..love you!
Sending you my love…
(((((((((Gabriel))))))))))))) love you!
Spoken as if you were that child and went thru those trials. Did you Gabriel? How sad yet there was some beauty that was was found. The people of the moon. I am in awe. God Bless…
That is very beautiful, and beautifully put. Sad, but beautiful.
It is cold out like that, yes. I am sorry you too experienced such things.
hi ((((((((((((Nancze))))))))))))))))
yes this happend to us… and this was not the first nor the last time…. however as wierd as it sounds this particular time is one of our best childhood memories…. this time we were alowed to wear “warm” cloths which was very unusual to say the least…. and then the “vision” or dream…or what ever it was….. us playing in the moonlight…. I still don’t know and probably never will know if we really did play in the moonlight…if it was in reality or just a good dream…. then again it doesn’t really matter…the memory is there and it is a good one and that’s what counts 🙂 right?
(((((((Gabriel)))))))
Love that name 🙂 Love you!
((((((((gente della luna))))))))))) I love it bro! it’s so cool
dear gabriel. you have a way to put an awful event like this into words and make it beautiful. it is sad but your words take that sadness and make me feel good inside. it is a rare gift you have there.
Thankyou Gab.
For all you have been, for all you have seen, for where you have been.
You deserve love, to be loved, to be loving.
i wish there was more i could do
i love being here in ‘your’ hidingplace
Thankyou, for providing me with somewhere to feel safe too.
I love you fellow being.
Deb.
i don’t remember how i found this site, but this is absolutely beautiful.
I like it. 🙂
Love you always, my friend. ?
Love you always… for eternity… my friend <3
I’m so glad I found you again… Not sure how… But I did ??
I remember looking up your name on here one day hoping beyond hope I’d find you, and I did. 🙂 That was a happy day. It took me a bit to send a friend request though because it had been so long and I didn’t want to invade your privacy. 🙂
I’m so glad you did <3
You were and always will be an inspiration to all that know you, I’m so happy we are friends even if it’s only on FB.
When I think of my life growing up with an abusive father, I think of what life has dealt you and my heart aches for that boy who suffered in the way he did.
You’re always in my thought and one day I will share my story with you but at my age of 66 it still hurts so much to even think of those days. Love you my friend.