less they never wanted to have it, and instead were destined
to chase after a shadow they could not catch.
Paulo never could understand why
people had a habit of hiding from their heart's desires and denying themselves
the happiness they were entitled to claim.
The doubts may have clouded their
heads and fears may have blocked out their hearts, he could attest to that, he
was as nervous as one could be with meeting his legendary darling star,
uncertain of how it may go down but if he did not speak to her, he would never
know how it could have gone, it might have been a complete disaster but it also
might have been so completely extraordinary in every meaning of the word.
One had to have an iron strength, to
disperse the clouding doubtful mist and strip the heart of any restrictive
vindictive fear so it could beat with courage. Only those who were brave enough
to go for it would be enriched by their aspirations. Fortune only ever favoured
the boldest, not the meekest.
One could suffer more from not trying
than one who did try. Paulo was a trier, not a quitter.
He was drawing nearer to the goddess
standing so elegantly in the plaza, shining brighter and brilliant than the
glowing sun overhead. The heat waves she generated touched his face more warmly
than the sweltering climate smothered all around him at every angle and every
turn. Sara Sarracini was more hotter and glorious than all the summer days
combined in all its gold tinted radiance.
Paulo would go with the flow of the
conversation, as to not have it feel stiff and robotic like he was reading
lines written on a cue card.
He would speak from his heart, where
the most fluid and natural of the warmest words sprang. Rather than the
calculated and rehearsed colder words resided in one's own mind playing the
conversation out like a scene in a movie. It would never turn out as one
planned, so it was best to hang up the blueprint and go in blindly, seeing
where it took him without being hindered by expectations that went nowhere.
Paulo reached her, she was so close
to him he could detect the sweetest fragrance of her strawberry scented perfume
drifting from her neck and whiffing up his jubilant nostrils. He was right
behind Sara, a few feet from making his dream come true. He had built up the
courage this far, he was ready to take the bold next step and make himself
known to her.
CHAPTER 16
“Hi.” came a smooth and gallant voice
which waltzed calmly and confidently behind her ears.
Sara was turned around by the
charming voice to see it belonged to a young and handsome man who was every bit
as charming as his vocalization suggested. She was compelled to smile at him,
so warmly and kindly. She wondered how she could be of assistance to the young
man, maybe he needed to know the time or directions. There was no possible way
he was a fan of her, he was from another generation, a different era, most kids
in the modern era were oblivious to her existence, she was just another mature
woman in their eyes, they were too occupied on marvelling over the stars of
today, in their wave length. “Hi.”
Paulo was nearly taken off his feet
by her gleaming beauty intensified by her dazzling smile, he quickly regained
his composure and resumed talking as cool headed as he could be around her. He
had broke the ice well enough, he had to keep going. “Sara Sarracini?”
“Yes.” she was flabbergasted,
although she hid it well, Sara was not expecting a youth of his age to know her
name with such familiarity. It was actually possible, Sara had a modern day
fan, she was flattered and honoured.
The young man introduced himself with
a great amount of gusto. “I'm Paulo.”
“Pleased to meet you, Paulo.” that
was not a friendly formality, she really was pleased to meet her first young
fan of the present century.
Paulo was star struck harder by Sara,
his words refused to come out for a moment. It was a minor hiccup, but one that
worked in his
to chase after a shadow they could not catch.
Paulo never could understand why
people had a habit of hiding from their heart's desires and denying themselves
the happiness they were entitled to claim.
The doubts may have clouded their
heads and fears may have blocked out their hearts, he could attest to that, he
was as nervous as one could be with meeting his legendary darling star,
uncertain of how it may go down but if he did not speak to her, he would never
know how it could have gone, it might have been a complete disaster but it also
might have been so completely extraordinary in every meaning of the word.
One had to have an iron strength, to
disperse the clouding doubtful mist and strip the heart of any restrictive
vindictive fear so it could beat with courage. Only those who were brave enough
to go for it would be enriched by their aspirations. Fortune only ever favoured
the boldest, not the meekest.
One could suffer more from not trying
than one who did try. Paulo was a trier, not a quitter.
He was drawing nearer to the goddess
standing so elegantly in the plaza, shining brighter and brilliant than the
glowing sun overhead. The heat waves she generated touched his face more warmly
than the sweltering climate smothered all around him at every angle and every
turn. Sara Sarracini was more hotter and glorious than all the summer days
combined in all its gold tinted radiance.
Paulo would go with the flow of the
conversation, as to not have it feel stiff and robotic like he was reading
lines written on a cue card.
He would speak from his heart, where
the most fluid and natural of the warmest words sprang. Rather than the
calculated and rehearsed colder words resided in one's own mind playing the
conversation out like a scene in a movie. It would never turn out as one
planned, so it was best to hang up the blueprint and go in blindly, seeing
where it took him without being hindered by expectations that went nowhere.
Paulo reached her, she was so close
to him he could detect the sweetest fragrance of her strawberry scented perfume
drifting from her neck and whiffing up his jubilant nostrils. He was right
behind Sara, a few feet from making his dream come true. He had built up the
courage this far, he was ready to take the bold next step and make himself
known to her.
CHAPTER 16
“Hi.” came a smooth and gallant voice
which waltzed calmly and confidently behind her ears.
Sara was turned around by the
charming voice to see it belonged to a young and handsome man who was every bit
as charming as his vocalization suggested. She was compelled to smile at him,
so warmly and kindly. She wondered how she could be of assistance to the young
man, maybe he needed to know the time or directions. There was no possible way
he was a fan of her, he was from another generation, a different era, most kids
in the modern era were oblivious to her existence, she was just another mature
woman in their eyes, they were too occupied on marvelling over the stars of
today, in their wave length. “Hi.”
Paulo was nearly taken off his feet
by her gleaming beauty intensified by her dazzling smile, he quickly regained
his composure and resumed talking as cool headed as he could be around her. He
had broke the ice well enough, he had to keep going. “Sara Sarracini?”
“Yes.” she was flabbergasted,
although she hid it well, Sara was not expecting a youth of his age to know her
name with such familiarity. It was actually possible, Sara had a modern day
fan, she was flattered and honoured.
The young man introduced himself with
a great amount of gusto. “I'm Paulo.”
“Pleased to meet you, Paulo.” that
was not a friendly formality, she really was pleased to meet her first young
fan of the present century.
Paulo was star struck harder by Sara,
his words refused to come out for a moment. It was a minor hiccup, but one that
worked in his
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