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The dark leaf walked on the border of the Well with the pure surprise of the golden-haired child, until a gust of wind discovered the trick of seven black ants all marching in line.

He came while I was crying, sitting in my room, lighted, in the armchair, just by the shining moon.At first there was a whisper, and it came not alone. Soon another whisper, from the window frame of stone.Then the curtain moved, not because of the wind. I swear the curtain moved, as it possessed a will.Hence a blank shape left her lair by the frame and with relentless steps approached me and my pain.My head was wildly aching for that unpleasant truth, my mouth dry as a desert, my limbs  could barely move.The whispers became clear, the appearence of him too, but I will not describe that devil and his look.He said "Tell me a secret!" I answe...

Mary lived all alone in the woods, in a log cabin with a roof covered with moss and a stone chimney from which smoke came out in strange colors. She was a healer, like her mother before her, like her grandmother before her mother, and so back to the mists of time. Mary took care of the animals with plants and bark, leaves and the water, and if necessary she also cured the villagers who came to ask for help. And although he did not love those who ate the animals of the ground, the sky, the water, when she found a guy stuck in his own trap, released him and cared for him. That guy came back to her the following days, first to let her check t...

There's only one Darkness affecting all and everything, hovering around the world and in every other corner of the universe, dressing different clothes according to the situations, changing mask and appearance; the same ancestral terror which took the scutosaurus while the roar of the inostrancevia resounded in the valleys of the permian age.There was a willow somewhere in time and space, mistreated by the relentless winds, and usually there was a child by his side, imitating the tree with his head bent, leaving the black hair hang down,covering his face. They had been five years since the boy with is family dwelled there, when an unusuall...

While the tortured soul of the day comes to rest when the last boomy strokes sign a meeting of hands there they come,silently, with the grace of the ghosts all the poetry and dreams and the thoughts who went lost.With a smile I receive a remarkable guest, is the fantasy of you by my side till the end. Of this moment I know more than ever the cost: I must face what is real, that is what scares me most.All alone on the chair with a weight on my chest, I turn right to your chair I can no more pretend to see full of your grace, while is just full of loss, for your body lies cold, sleeping under a cross.Bow my head, fall asleep suffocated by pa...