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Todos empezamos a escribir por la misma razón: para liberar los pensamientos más profundos que tememos pronunciar en alto; para ahogar nuestras ansias de llorar y de gritar; para libar el sabor de vaciarnos un poco por dentro y llenar, de arriba abajo, una hoja en blanco que sin nuestros pedacitos de alma en vela, seguro seria del todo insustancial. Ésta es la versión más pura de mi alma. Más bien dicho: esta es mi alma en carne viva. Descubre mis palabras, saborea mis ideas insumisas, absorve un poco de mi eséncia. Dicho esto, soy Alessia Garnet: un futuro, joven y prometedor proyecto de escritora. Una pequeña alma blanca, viva, caótica y valiente.

diumenge, 15 de juny del 2014

The 3-Nerved Nut

Hi bloggers, here I leave you with an essay I recently wrote for my English academy. I guess that day I was really inspired as not only is the story true but also is it beautiful. Hope you like it!
Alessia Garnet.

The 3-Nerved Nut
  My grandfather, in peace he may rest, was definitely a peculiar one. On the overall I would say he was a serious and humble man who carried on a whole family during harsh social and politic times though still, this is not at all who I see when I recall his image in my mind. It is, instead, an endearing "grandpa" who had a terribly amazing contagious laugh, someone who would never leave without first giving you a sweet and meaningful kiss. That, precisely that one, is the man who my grandfather was and who gave me which is probably one of my most lovely-kept possessions: my 3-Nerved Nut.

   Just so you know, nuts do usually have only two nerves, joined as a circle, around the nut shell. Nevertheless, this one hides an incredible aberration: it holds three nerves on its surface, unalike any you might have ever seen. That day, in which it was inherited by me, he confessed in a mild voice that he had been trying to find more of them several times but had ended up being unsuccessful in all his attempts: for sake of the destiny this oddity resulted to be the only and singular one he got to ever possess. I soaked up every single word he said and when he was done with his story I handled the nut back to him but, much for my surprise, he grinned and refused: "It is yours now to keep" and he enclosed his fist around mines, gently smiling.

  In all, this nut owns no economic value, is far from being flawless and might probably wilt some day and yet, by now, it is my legacy in the sense that it is a priceless memory I will always keep and that I would surely like to pass to my descendants so one day, while holding this nut, they'll realize what my grandfather meant to tell me with it a few years ago: some things, like the 3-Nerved Nut or life itself, for instance, are preciously unique and irreplaceable, so it is of crucial and great importance you acknowledge its significance and share it with those who are worth it.
Honestly, to me this is the most beautiful bequest I could have ever been given as words and goods can easily get lost but lessons and stories do last forever.

Alessia Garnet

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