Serena Salvadori
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Part 1: Like My Sister Says
I lean on the walls of the sand castle that I have imagined. I am my own prince charming. I know I’m dreaming because I’m wearing a beautiful costume and in my hand I am gripping my future and a little wind. I glow and go round and round in the sky. Like I say. Like my sister says. Who sleeps above me.
Sitting on the vortex, I discover how nice it is to look down there and disappear digging into the sheets with my feet. It’s not important to know how it’s impossible to do a single thing. I leave dribbling behind, swings, hindrances. I put on a heavy vale and disappear in a blow. Like my sister says. Who sleeps above me.
Sebastiano Mastroeni
Part 2: My Sister Doesn’t Want to Play with Me Anymore
Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.
Lewis Caroll, from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
