What follows may seem like a fairy tale, but it is not. No, no.
On the contrary, is a true story.
also a bit 'sad, if you will.
But it is not worth much anticipation.
Just know that it was after these events that Virgil Senzatempo decided to specialize in unreality.
On the contrary, is a true story.
also a bit 'sad, if you will.
But it is not worth much anticipation.
Just know that it was after these events that Virgil Senzatempo decided to specialize in unreality.
The window of dreams
There was once a child daydreaming.
Senzatempo was called and had only one desire in your heart, fly away from it all, rise above the clouds and watch the world as a harmless bullet and away, as if you could squeeze it in one hand.
It's great to dream, especially at times most unexpected, but the ideal is undoubtedly doing at school, while the teacher talks and talks for hours and hours. How much trouble at times!
the child for a while 'listening, but then here is a knight with lance and armor with a fierce look to move towards the cave of a dragon. How many flames came from his gaping mouth! However, the fearless champion was not intimidated and swaggering gait with eyes to the dreadful beast, determined to tame it. Even before she arrived and had challenged the sword ...
"Senzatempo" the teacher woke him up. "Could you, please, get off the bench and stop waving the ruler in the air?"
The boy went down immediately, while all the comrades are laughing.
"It's just crazy, no doubt about it!" Know-said, the class nerd. "Look at 'what a figure!"
"In my opinion, however, is courageous and" Poor protested softly. "At least he does what he thinks!"
"Silence! All on page fifty-six the grammar book "the teacher said, interrupting the conversation of two classmates. "Now I will explain the superlative."
What an incredible sound words superlative . They seemed to recall the exploits of legendary heroes ... And here's Ulysses, chained mast and without earplugs, as he listened to the seductive song of the sirens. Then one of those beautiful creatures came to the ship, trying to get on board.
"Help me, Ulysses, I want to achieve," he whispered. "Will I tell wonderful stories, that not even pictures! Wonderful stories that go beyond all your imagination ... "
But once again the voice of the teacher reported Senzatempo the rude world of reality. "Why keep her arms behind her back, as if they were tied?" Shouted the limit of its human patience, waking him. "You have copied from the blackboard the definition of superlative?" Before
Senzatempo could to avoid it, the teacher's grim snatched the book and read to the whole class: "Definition of superlative: what is beyond imagination."
mates laughed and Senzatempo felt foolish. But this horrible feeling did not last long. As the bell rang, he entered the classroom mathematics teacher and began to explain fractions. "My mother prepares a pie and divided into seven parts ..." The teacher drew a circle on the board and divided into segments.
And here reveal a world of details, details of extraordinary and incredible fantasies. Thebes of the seven doors suddenly burst open all the behind each was hiding a different dream. Camels and flying carpets came out and fell from magic lamps slink genes, dancing odalisques fascinating read, from one threshold to another.
"How wonderful!" Senzatempo thought, when suddenly appear a beautiful fairy, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Asked the child. "The fairies should be happy."
"My tears are for you, so that patisci. There is no pain greater than suffer the misfortunes of a person you love. "
" You must not compatible "Senzatempo said. He put before the chair, climbed up and recited, muddying their shoes with the log: "I will change my life, I will succeed! I will live forever in the Dream time! "
The teacher yanked him down badly.
"But what? Has it gone off his brain? This time you are over the limit! But I will manage to make you pass the desire to interrupt the lesson with your antics! Today, you no recreation. You will be in the classroom, all alone, to think! "
As the bell rang, the other children came running, shouting merrily.
"Are you still convinced that your idol is brave?" Know-controversially asked to Mediocre.
The boy did not answer. Sadly, but maybe he was wrong ...
Senzatempo sat in his place, wondering why not just combine. He heard the voices of fellow revelers, running carefree in the garden, and her eyes instinctively moved to fix the window. How was the flight of beautiful birds, like a dance! Oh, what he would give to be one of them and fly in the sky without limits, beyond all boundaries!
Without thinking too much, Senzatempo got up, took the tempera colors on the windows and drew the flight of birds. But, while he painted, he noticed the butterflies, flowers and trees, and so also tried to portray their wonderful lightness: how many colors, incredible variety of forms!
the end, the window was a huge fresco of colors, where rainbows, ponds, insects and plants were playing, changing light under the sun.
"Senzatempo, Senzatempo ... 'she heard whispered the child.
He turned, with downcast eyes, only then realizing what he had done. Well, now the teacher would get yelled at, my classmates would have made fun of his clumsiness ... What a feeling unbearable! Silence instead. No one breathed. What was happening? He took courage and looked at the teacher, classmates and even the flies were open-mouthed, admiring the incredible play of color and light in the window of his plan.
At that moment it seemed that Senzatempo would never end.
"I'm sorry ..." he said, apologetically. "Can I cancel ..."
No one answered. As if his words were inaudible whisper. Poor
Then, without speaking, took the brush from her desk and began to draw the sea on another window. And after all of his children followed his example, painting on glass the wonderful worlds of the classroom who lived in their hearts: white-bearded wizards, princesses, sumptuously dressed, weird animals, trees with eyes and arms, smiling star .. . The fairy-tale atmosphere that is breathed in the classroom had the power to transform the teacher into an enchanting fairy eyes filled sweetness. He raised his wand and turned all the walls in large windows. It was amazing: there were no boundaries, no obstacle preventing more than admire the world out there, now that was only fantasy and freedom.
they saw this miracle the children began to sing and happy for days and days, continued to mix music and paint, filling the windows with the colors of their endless dreams.
The rest, at least in part, you can guess.
What we still do not know how he is our Virgil Senzatempo to open an agency that offers trips into unreality really!
But this is explained in an upcoming books series.
patient and patient ...
"Senzatempo" the teacher woke him up. "Could you, please, get off the bench and stop waving the ruler in the air?"
The boy went down immediately, while all the comrades are laughing.
"It's just crazy, no doubt about it!" Know-said, the class nerd. "Look at 'what a figure!"
"In my opinion, however, is courageous and" Poor protested softly. "At least he does what he thinks!"
"Silence! All on page fifty-six the grammar book "the teacher said, interrupting the conversation of two classmates. "Now I will explain the superlative."
What an incredible sound words superlative . They seemed to recall the exploits of legendary heroes ... And here's Ulysses, chained mast and without earplugs, as he listened to the seductive song of the sirens. Then one of those beautiful creatures came to the ship, trying to get on board.
"Help me, Ulysses, I want to achieve," he whispered. "Will I tell wonderful stories, that not even pictures! Wonderful stories that go beyond all your imagination ... "
But once again the voice of the teacher reported Senzatempo the rude world of reality. "Why keep her arms behind her back, as if they were tied?" Shouted the limit of its human patience, waking him. "You have copied from the blackboard the definition of superlative?" Before
Senzatempo could to avoid it, the teacher's grim snatched the book and read to the whole class: "Definition of superlative: what is beyond imagination."
mates laughed and Senzatempo felt foolish. But this horrible feeling did not last long. As the bell rang, he entered the classroom mathematics teacher and began to explain fractions. "My mother prepares a pie and divided into seven parts ..." The teacher drew a circle on the board and divided into segments.
And here reveal a world of details, details of extraordinary and incredible fantasies. Thebes of the seven doors suddenly burst open all the behind each was hiding a different dream. Camels and flying carpets came out and fell from magic lamps slink genes, dancing odalisques fascinating read, from one threshold to another.
"How wonderful!" Senzatempo thought, when suddenly appear a beautiful fairy, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Asked the child. "The fairies should be happy."
"My tears are for you, so that patisci. There is no pain greater than suffer the misfortunes of a person you love. "
" You must not compatible "Senzatempo said. He put before the chair, climbed up and recited, muddying their shoes with the log: "I will change my life, I will succeed! I will live forever in the Dream time! "
The teacher yanked him down badly.
"But what? Has it gone off his brain? This time you are over the limit! But I will manage to make you pass the desire to interrupt the lesson with your antics! Today, you no recreation. You will be in the classroom, all alone, to think! "
As the bell rang, the other children came running, shouting merrily.
"Are you still convinced that your idol is brave?" Know-controversially asked to Mediocre.
The boy did not answer. Sadly, but maybe he was wrong ...
Senzatempo sat in his place, wondering why not just combine. He heard the voices of fellow revelers, running carefree in the garden, and her eyes instinctively moved to fix the window. How was the flight of beautiful birds, like a dance! Oh, what he would give to be one of them and fly in the sky without limits, beyond all boundaries!
Without thinking too much, Senzatempo got up, took the tempera colors on the windows and drew the flight of birds. But, while he painted, he noticed the butterflies, flowers and trees, and so also tried to portray their wonderful lightness: how many colors, incredible variety of forms!
the end, the window was a huge fresco of colors, where rainbows, ponds, insects and plants were playing, changing light under the sun.
"Senzatempo, Senzatempo ... 'she heard whispered the child.
He turned, with downcast eyes, only then realizing what he had done. Well, now the teacher would get yelled at, my classmates would have made fun of his clumsiness ... What a feeling unbearable! Silence instead. No one breathed. What was happening? He took courage and looked at the teacher, classmates and even the flies were open-mouthed, admiring the incredible play of color and light in the window of his plan.
At that moment it seemed that Senzatempo would never end.
"I'm sorry ..." he said, apologetically. "Can I cancel ..."
No one answered. As if his words were inaudible whisper. Poor
Then, without speaking, took the brush from her desk and began to draw the sea on another window. And after all of his children followed his example, painting on glass the wonderful worlds of the classroom who lived in their hearts: white-bearded wizards, princesses, sumptuously dressed, weird animals, trees with eyes and arms, smiling star .. . The fairy-tale atmosphere that is breathed in the classroom had the power to transform the teacher into an enchanting fairy eyes filled sweetness. He raised his wand and turned all the walls in large windows. It was amazing: there were no boundaries, no obstacle preventing more than admire the world out there, now that was only fantasy and freedom.
they saw this miracle the children began to sing and happy for days and days, continued to mix music and paint, filling the windows with the colors of their endless dreams.
The rest, at least in part, you can guess.
What we still do not know how he is our Virgil Senzatempo to open an agency that offers trips into unreality really!
But this is explained in an upcoming books series.
patient and patient ...
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