THE BEAUTIFUL STORY OF (let’s call him for instance) LITTLE TERWILLIGAN

            Little Terwilligan’s life started in the narrow corridor where he was conceived in the middle of a dirty passion rush. That’s the way children came to the world not long ago, before the 30 square metre flats and the 60 years mortgage payments appeared. Terwilligan was one of the last to be born as a result of a common fornication, in the heart of a loving family.

            He grew up working hard to support a whole family that survived relying on him, so there was very little time left for himself. Everything turned into something horrible, when their home was occupied by hordes of trolls and other creatures of the murk. From then on, intrepid Terwilligan’s fate became raising the babies of those disgusting invaders.  Finally, his family managed to escape somehow.

            In his lifetime runaway he found consolation shaking the hip like his idol: Elvis Presley. Therefore, young Terwilligan swore that he would reach glory to end up dying as a middle aged fat man, alone and struggling against barbiturics. Well, at least as far as destiny allowed it.

            All his life changed dramaticly forever when he fell down the roof of his mental insane neighbor. He woke up in his backyard and right in front of him, he found a seven leaf clover. “Fucking great” –he thought- “A prime number”. But he was just seeing double because of the shock, and he soon realized it was in fact, a three and a half leaf clover. As he started discovering all of the weeds and mushrooms in his garden, he thought that his neighbor was really cool, and that teenage was not that bad.

            One misty day, when his thirsty garden dried, dreaming for the rain (metaphor), he started searching for something else and he found Tennessee whiskey. That liquor made him finally realize that his life hadn’t been the fantastic voyage he had believed. He had never been king, and he had not travelled far, into the lands past the edge of the wild, to fight against the evil goblins. He had been nothing but a nerd, a fucking moron, short, ugly and big-eared, and even more: selfish. Because of his blinded mind he had forgotten the straight path his life was supposed to follow.

            In order to give a new sense to his existence, he decided to recover his old dream of becoming a cool guy and massive idol and finish dying young. Searching for answers, he stared at the stars and his prayers were listened.

            Little Terwilligan, already a man, understood that he had to walk a long time before getting to know which was the way and where was the path. He had to stop thinking about the pleasures of the destination town, to enjoy the trip. Because nobody knows what will happen just around the bend. We might reach the top of a hill and watch the horizon with other eyes. Up there, something might captivate us and make us leave the way to run across the open fields forgetting about the fate, just seeking for a faraway candle burning as a distant light.

            One night, when he stood up surrounded by the wilderness, he saw it. The most amazing dream, the most marvellous and remote one he had ever imagined. Right now, somewhere in this universe is Terwilligan, staring at that melancholic star, sparkling weakly in the dark blue above. He’s thinking what would it be to burn in its soul.  

             Postscript: Don’t tell your mamma about the drugs and all the stuff.

             MERRY  XXXXXXXXXXXMAS