We talk a lot. We dream a lot. We remember a lot. And it was while remembering that I saw myself telling him about what I was used to dream before I was a grown-up. I never thought about this. It’s good to smile like this:
First I wanted to become a ballerina… Then influenced by a movie I wanted a Clyde so I could be Bonnie… Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle, on a Christmas afternoon I wanted to be an Olympic athlete and I thought I could start immediately in the living-room by doing somersaults on air… Consequences: an aquired brain injury and frightened parents.
But all these years I played a lot of being a teacher.
Then after opening a door on the side of my way I started to think that I wanted to be an actress. After, temporally, being it and seeing photos published in newspapers I closed that same door behind me and came back to what ever it is in my destine.
I was a teacher, but I kept on dreaming…
Now I’m in love with art, I have the attraction for danger (at least emotionally), I’m a bit crazy (after all I actually hit with my head), I have the power of lying and be who I am not (though I chose to not do it so I don’t lose myself) and forever (I think) books.
– Carlo, now it’s your turn…
Tripeiro dreams a lot, but not too much about what I wanna be when I grow up.
Altough, I remember one or two things that made me dream for some time.
– when on Primary School, I dreamed about being an Architect (when I got to secondary school, the Math’s teacher brought me back to reality…);
– some time later, “an adventure in the desert” made me believe that Sahara was right there and I could join the Touaregs and be a nomad all my life;
– Family reality brought me back to Earth and during high school I found out another dream: I want to be a journalist!
– I got my university degree and I really believe that my way was found, until I started working here and there and got the biggest disappointment of my life;
– Like her, I dreamed with a stage, but the stage-frighten made me turn my back to representation;
– The I became one emigrant more and until today I still believe that one day my tax form will say “Artist” – writer or photographer, one will be!
But there’s still a long way until I grow up, so I’m not that worried (cof, cof…)
p.s.: I remember that when I was a kid, I liked to play doctors, but I never felt it as a vocation (it’s more like a hobby…)
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