My pocket

When I was 10 years old, I already had very clear ideas about my future:

“I’ll become a restorer” I said to myself.

I lay down on a towel on the beach and with my eyes turned up to the sky, I imagined how beautiful would be to travel around the world and bringing back to life objects belonging to the past, or restoring some churches’ paintings.

Sometimes I had the perception of the smell of the paint and the clouds moving quickly over my head, they were like a passage to new imaginations.

That time spent in lightness was very pleasant, when the emotions lasted the right time and I didn’t have enough memories to get what I felt.

There was only fantasy, joy and a handful of fireflies in my pocket!

Then growing up, I saw my dreams turn into a job I hadn’t guessed, into a love didn’t last… I started missing the light kept in my pocket.

As if it had been a magic lantern, which had illuminated the sign placed inside our chest, with indications of the way forward. In short, a kind of road sign, that someone put right there, where you can only listen and not see.

Maybe the fireflies had been just an illusion or I hadn’t listened their song well.

In doubt, on summer evenings, I continued going to the countryside to observe them and I understood it’s never too late to be what we want, not to be confused with a child’s dreams.

In fact, today I always have clear ideas about my future, but they concern a single aspect of life, whatever I want to be or become, it will depend only on listening my heart.

I leave the magic of fireflies to illuminate the night and the children’s imagination, the road signs to show us the way, then I close my eyes… I restore my thoughts and… I write.