There is a holy place where you can be who you are, go where you will and share the path of freedom. It is the land of dreams, where nature lives in peace and helps you fly over wildflower fields. This is where magic hides: so close and yet so far away.
“Oh, Florence! What a lovely play. Thank you so much for inviting me.”
Florence smiled with pride: “It’s my brother up there and it’s his first play; I think he’s a natural.”
And the dream is here to show us all that we are connected by the magic of nature.
As the curtains went down and the actors took their bows, a standing ovation started arising at Central Theatre. It was Florence and Tony’s first date after their breakups. They were both happy and anxious, not knowing what to expect and maybe expecting too much.
“I wish I knew where that special place is”, said Tony letting his thought fly.
“What place?”, asked Florence.
“The holy place where we can be who we are and fly over wildflower fields.”
Florence caressed his cheek with the back of her hand and looked deep into his eyes: “It’s where we want it to be.”
In the garden close to the Theatre square, poppies and daisies threw a fresh and sweet scent in the air, making the cute couple turn their heads.
“Tony, can you feel this?”
“Yes, I can!”
“Should we go there?”
As they got closer to the garden, the scent grew stronger and sweeter. At the same time, they opened their arms and felt the wind passing through them.
And then, two-voices-in-one sang their hearts: “We are flying.”
Todos os meses uma palavra nova, numa mensagem nossa, como um sussurro ao ouvido.
