Crows... People think they are ugly and mischievous. Nobody likes them.
And you know what? They don't care!
I admit they look pretty gloomy.
But they are also crazy and funny characters.
Crows are a pain in the ass for all the other birds. They take pleasure in bullying small ones.
And annoying the bigger ones.
Crows are scavengers, they feast on every dead animal in the forest and every roadkill they can find.
But in the city also they know how to found a disgusting things to feed themselves.
Nope. Nobody likes crows. Except me.
I think these flying scoundrels have a lot to teach us.How to be happywithout worrying aboutthe tittle-tattle, how to enjoy every opportunity lifepresents us. They teach us that not having a melodious voice is not enough reason to stop singing...
Sometimes life changes abruptly, I don’t
really know why. It switches from one world to another, and the transition is
I remember childhood as a time when imagination was as important as reality,
and where the simplest object could become a source of endless
One day in the forest, I found a twisted branch on the ground. But to me this
was no ordinary branch: to me, it was a dragon!
I tied a rope around its "neck", and I dragged
my new best friend to my hut.
My little friend didn’t take long to
found his own extraordinary companion. We were dragon trainers, we were
invincible. Our dragons accompanied us everywhere, we would make them crawl
through puddles, hissing with bliss because, as my uncle used to say "who
says water says snakes" and obviously dragons and snakes are close
For us kids, the forest was a playground
of infinite possibility. We had built a hut that looked more like a pile of
branches in which we hold just squatting, but it didn’t matter. In the woods we
were Indians, explorers, cavemen!
There was also this big tree, where we used to climb pretending to be monkeys. Or, on windy days, sailors caught in the storm!
Good memories. Unfortunately all good things come to an
end, and children grow up. What a bummer.
I myself realized that I had grown up the day when I saw that little girl on
her scooter, neighing like a horse.
Suddenly, I realized that I no longer
could ride a scooter pretending with that much conviction that I was riding a
From this moment on, the tree in which we had lived all these exciting adventures appeared
to me as the stunted laurel it had always been.
Hanging on a branch, jumping over an obstacle, run around for no reason -and the list goes- were no longer things I was allowed to do.
To escape from a reality I couldn’t
tolerate, I started to isolated myself. My imagination seeming to have dried up, my crazy
adventures in the forest left place to more passive entertainments.
My environment looked hostile, superficial and governed by absurd rules.
Conformism was choking me. The very
presence of my fellow humans, looking so dull and judgmental felt unbearable.
As a kid, I had wrongly
imagined that adults were reasonable and fair people, and I sadly realized that
all the moral rules that I’ve been taught were swept away by the rules of appearance, greed
and power. And I strongly doubted my own profitability.
I think I was not bad at being a child,
but I turned out to be a terrible teenager and a poor adult. I was desperate. My
imagination was still here, somewhere and I had to find a way to express
myself. And suddenly, I had an idea...
And what if this, could be my
contribution to the world...