DATE: 01/10/2023
"If you could be whatever planet, which one would you like to be?", he asked looking up at the sky.
She held his hand and whispered into the night sky: "I'd like to be the moon."
"Why? The moon isn't even a planet", he wondered.
"There are many reasons", she looked up too, feeling the fresh breeze through her loose hair. "First of all, it's beautiful and romantic, yet somehow mysterious. But, you know, I simply admire how it shines in the darkest hour of the day. And just as humans, it has to go through phases of emptiness to feel full again."
He lowered his gaze searching her eyes. They met. He looked into them amazed by the depth of the words she had just pronounced. How could a simple girl have such complex thoughts and feelings? He looked up again. This time he admired the moon, recognising her in its shimmer. And at that exact moment, he fell forever in love with it, with her, with the moon girl.
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A Writer's Notebook / Collection of Short Stories
Conto🇪🇸 A veces todo lo que queremos es escapar de la realidad. O quizás queremos darle un sentido. En este cuaderno guardo mis relatos que me permiten (o intentan) reflejar todo aquello que pienso y siento en mi interior y quiero compartir con el mun...
