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At first glance, she was an ordinary child, no different from other children who she played outside or walked to school with. She was cheerful and lively, warm and caring toward all her family. She grew up as an unrestricted spirit; happy and playful like a butterfly on a sunny May day. What was making her different from the other kids was that she had dreams; different from those of her peers. She tried once to share one of the most fanciful dreams with them and they laughed at her. She decided never to share her dreams again, and stopped talking about them with her friends.
She dreamed in colors and always remembered the places and people she had visited in her dreams. While she was still young she did not realize, but after some time she began to understand that some things in her dreams were not common in other peoples’ dreams. After she began reading books she realized that she had been dreaming of places that really exist, but places she had never seen or visited. She recognized Stonehenge, fjords, the Wailing Wall, the Grand Canyon - all places that were vivid in her ideas and dreams, and recognized in the photographs and films she watched subsequently. She knew she had been a Viking, hunting and sailing their boats, and had been spraying fragrant oils to the Wailing Wall had cried and prayed in front of it, and had been sacrificing to the Druids of Stonehenge. She had been a proud eagle in flight over the Grand Canyon and saw the invasion of the Yankees over the Indian tribes in the bird's eye view. Yes, she was flying, she could fly just about anywhere - even to the Moon and stars. She knew the night sky from her father, with whom she had often talked for hours about space. He had told her about the immortality of the soul and its eternal home - the stars and she were never afraid of death. Even when she was meeting death on her way one time she was telling as the ancient Thracians: 'Well, the man is saved.” Sometimes she was so diverted between day and night dreams that her father often used to say, “Hey, my stellar girl, come down to earth, please. You are more important here!"
The other thing that made her different from the others, and sometimes made her sad, very sad, was that she could feel lies and hypocrisy through her skin. Nobody could make her believe something that was not true. Her rebellion was great, but over time she learned to control it and accept untruth as a normal human frailty… not to judge. Just when she was lied to by others she withdrew into herself, and became uncommunicative, putting herself in a capsule. She realized early that people prefer to have beautiful lies in their lives, instead of one naked and sick truth and they are ready to hate you if you come to expose the truth. It is easy to distinguish things, when you're a mature adult, but when you are a child, pure and sincere, it hurts and causes trauma. She had many friends, but she was alone - no one with whom to share about her 'trips' at nights. She could not also say about all the lies that she was feeling in others, not to remain an outsider. She felt herself special and different and it frightened her a little until she met him.
She was ten when he visited her one starry night - she called him the Lunar Boy. He was her age, sitting on the Moon and waving to her. He said "On my way I heard you calling my name. Do you want to travel together? I am bored being alone! "
She felt that he was telling the truth, felt it with all her skin, and shook a little ... Oh, she rejoiced that she would have a company for her unconventional trips. And so began their unusual friendship. Lunar Boy came every night was and waiting for her on the Moon. He told her he was from the other side of the world, across the ocean but every night was travelling in time and space . He said he had been lonely for a long time had been waiting for someone like her, he could share... and told her she was the one. Yes, yes, she knew that the boy was telling the truth, her truth ... They loved laughing and joking, and always told her interesting stories about his travelling. He once brought her to his family while they were sleeping Telling funny stories about his two older sisters and his father, who was a well-known doctor, a veteran of the war. ‘My mom – he said – often has amnesia and forgets even our names. “I could tell her about us , but tomorrow she won’t remember anything !!!” He was talking jokingly, putting his hands in his pants’ pockets and with a cheerful and playful look of a casual kid, but after a while he got serious and added with a sigh that was very afraid to lose his mom, if amnesia might lead to more serious ilnesses.
Then they flew over the river and rose through clouds all the way to the stars. The most valuable thing she learned from him was how to read the stars. He showed pictures of stars which had made and he taught her how to understand their meaning. He said that everything is written in heaven, but few are those who can read it and understand it. He laughed when she became confused, but patiently helped her understand the meaning. He loved to say:
'Hey, Sunshine, let me rise faster! "- and she would answer angrily,' Oh, Lunar boy, do slow down!" Their favorite place was Sirius, where they had a rose garden, often flying out there to water the roses. And they smell fantastic, almost as much as the on the Earth, but the roses were as huge as gigantic mushrooms and needed lots of water. She shared with him what had happened during her days and nights, as she had never shared with anyone else. She knew that he understood her because they were the same, had the same destiny and fate and were like two white crows among the flock of black ones . They were exceptions, but together were the norm. Everything was clear and easy to explain.
While one night Lunar boy did not come, nor did he come next night, nor the next. She was very sad and visited all places where they had gone together, but he was gone and was nowhere to be found. She flew to Sirius to ask the roses about him but they did not know anything. She asked the stars, but they had no accurate picture of his destination, telling her: "The picture has not been painted, you will have to wait" She wanted Lunar Boy sitting on the Moon, and was praying he appear from somewhere. She was so desperate and heartbroken, so unhappy that the Moon was sorry over her and whispered a little secret. And the Moon said: "I know what will happen, I was a witness to many other star couples like yours. He will return to you one day, reflected by me, but everything will be forgotten experiences. He will be strong and powerful, an intelligent and wise man and very, very successful. He will enjoy you with his eyes and mind, but his heart will remain closed to you. He’ll want only to own you, but not to have you for a friend.... he has forgotten how to love, he will have forgotten that he had waited here for you. This often happens one reads star pictures through his mind but forget to peek at the pictures of his heart. That is the most important thing…even stars look into peoples hearts to fix light themselves. "
Star girl sobbed in these words of the Moon: "How then to get him back?" She asked, "How?" "With a lot of patience and love - said the moon - just love gives birth to love!"
She tucked the kids into their beds and went out on the balcony to light up a cigarette. It was full moon autumn night and the Moon was looking at her with her full round face as though telling her the same wise words as many years ago in her childhood: "Just love gives birth to love!" Ehhh, she sighed, where was he at that moment – the Lunar boy of her childish dreams? Who knows, maybe the stars already have painted his stellar picture? She smiled at these thoughts, sat down and opened her laptop
WRITTEN BY DEW
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