New Novel! LA DAMA ROSSA

New Novel! LA DAMA ROSSA

Saturday 19 March 2011

19th March - Full Moon

My mother came out from the mirroring surface of the table just in time to stop me.
It is full moon tonight and I was supposed to meet her. But I didn’t think it would have been in that way.
He is on me. He is lifting my skirt.
I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him but he is my boss.
And I was stupid.
With an excuse he made me work till late, than he called me in his office. Everything was dark in the room and he grabbed me putting one of his big fat hands on my breast.
Nobody is in the office any more, it is nearly midnight.
At the beginning everything was so fast and I was so shocked that I paralysed. But it lasted the time he took to throw me on his table. The cold surface made me regain my lucidity and I flew him against the wall behind us just with a glance.
His hands are off me and now I can serve him his punishment. He was laying on the floor bleeding from his head and – I got to know it later – with a broken shoulder. I walked in his direction like a wolf ready to dismember him.
He was lucky and so was I.
Midnight came and my mother stopped me.
She puts one of her hands on my eyes and whispers something. My internal fire cools and I calm down. I didn´t even see her appearing but I am happy she did. I would have become a murder under the tonight bigger moon and I would have been forever. I know that if she had not been there I would have killed him. I could not control myself anymore and I would have done it.
She is taking my hand. We disappear in the old mirror hanging on the wall and get out in my room.
- You spent the last month observing how in reality people are in the little mirror I gave you – softly said my mother driving me to bed – I think is now time for you to learn about yourself. In your eyes sits your power. And the eyes mirror your soul. I will make you sleep now and you will dream. It will be a fairy dream that, if you are willing to learn, will tell you more than you expect.
She starts singing.
It is a beautiful melody that I think I know. I am not sure... I am tired... I am falling asleep.


(Tales from the Mirror - Third Moon)

Tuesday 8 March 2011

MIMOSA

Running holding her baby in a tight embrace she fled from a bad husband and even worse father.
Unlike many other she made it.
Like the baby she had the hair of the colour of the big Mimosa blooming in front of me; I had the feeling that the spring was for them.


(The Olive Tree Tales)