Chiara In The Pond

When I was a kid I was a sort of rebel in my own way. I hated to give a hand at home and consequently I was dreaming of a life of my own.
I had no money at all since I did not receive any: my parents were thinking about my needs, that meant I did never try to apply my plans.
I did not escape with gipsy (as Pinocchio) even if I liked to dream about the fire eaters, the lions, the dancer on the horses and the tiger.
Neverthless I was making some (now I would say weird) financial plans. Yes... how to survive in a big city eating enough to survive.
I had considered that chocholate was not as expensive as toffies and that could bring you energy, strength and happyness.


I was planning also to add some bread, just to feel my stomach not as empty as it could have been...
Sometimes, even if the only thing from what I can escape is myself, I still feel some exitement in sneaking into a shop and buy some toffies (that was a luxur in my dreams) and eating them greedly instead of a proper meal.
I feel the freedom to be by myself and to do what I wish feeling that I was able to achieve some sort of nice childish aim