I was once like you are now…

“But take your time, think a lot

Think of everything you’ve got,

For you’ll still be here tomorrow

But your dreams may not…”

(R. Keating-“Father and son”)

Sometimes, people are like songs…the good ones never get old. There are rythms that could last only a summer, but what a lovely summer…And songs that can last a lifetime and they keep comming back to your heart when you least expect it…

It was one of those days when everything you do is not enough…The foto shooting went from bad to worst, like a never ending nightmare. Of course, when i said that nothing can go wrong anymore, one of the models just had a nervous breakdown. Enough is enough i said to myself, looking at the sunny sky…And in the middle of this desaster, i fund myself smilling. Thinking of that beautiful stranger from my virtual world…

-You seems so distracted today…noticed Peter as we were driving home

-Not really, just a little tired (and sad, and sick, and bored, and annoyed…), i think i need a break…

-A break? But you never stop…and, by the way, is a long time since i saw you so relaxed during a crisis situation…

(I don’t care…i wish i could runn away…i’m always so damn strong that some day i might believe my own lies…)

My silence made him realise that i wasn’t even listening to him. He looked at me with a shocked expression:

-I’m starting to believe that you think of someone else…You’re so absent that i may think you’re inlove. Some avatar from that stupid game? You’re tired because you hang out with those…never mind. I know exactely what you need: shopping…Let’s go and find some nice things to wear…

He stoped the car. Loosing myself in the crowd was really helpfull. Maybe he’s right…this is my life, forget all and go shopping…

I bought two lovely dresses, the textures like silk, the colors looked natural and it felt so good talking, smilling, concentrating on simple things. I was about to leave the mall, when i could feel that someone is watching me. Instinctively i turned my had on that direction. A nice old woman (or should i say, a lady) was looking on my dresses, on me, back on my dresses…I smiled at her, encouraging her to come closer.

-My dear, how are you going to wear those dresses? They reveal a lot…You know, some things you better keep for your man…

I smiled again, while she continued:

-You look like a model, maybe not so skinny like the fashion demands (she’s right! i don’t have the anorexic look). I was one too, in my youth years (yes, her features were still beautifull, regardless the years). Beauty is not forever…you, youngs, talk about having fun all the time, when you’ll be like me this fun will be so meanningless…If you got a good man, keep him, start a family with him…look at my son, still single…

Someone interrupted her, taking her gently by her shoulders. Could he be the single son of her’s? i asked myself still fascinated by the speach…

-Please, excuse my mother, i hope she was not disturbing too much…it’s a delicate age…sometimes she say upsetting things, but she has a good heart…

I assured him that speaking to his mother was interesting and refreshing. They left, saying good bye in a perfect british way…

And for a moment, i though about the choices i made so far…wishing i could have them both: a ballad for a lifetime and the rythm from a lovely summer…

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