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Monday, September 16, 2013

24. When the Moon kissed a tomato seed

I got back from running a Saturday, willing to do nothing during the weekend, when I discovered an emailwith a very simple tittle: 'writing contest'.

I did click to open it, a little bit scared knowing that that would ruin my weekend, I sat down for a second to breath after my race, but then I said to myself that there was not need to feel worried, if I understood well the process of reading, then writing it should be based on the same principle, except maybe adding an extra process, since writing is not just about throwing letters on a sheet, it’s important to give coherence to those letters, rhythm to an idea, that of first instance had to exist.

The message was an invitation to participate in the annual writing contest of the school, no more intended than promote the value of the word among the students.

During the weekend I thought about different topics that perhaps children could work, at first I think, I was tempted to write a story by myself, intertwining my paragraphs with children ideas, but that was doubting on their your creativity, so I ended up writing only words that would give them some inspiration to the group.

Sunday night I called Gaby to tell her my ideas and after a bit of talk, she  concluded saying: "trust on children talent".

I walked happy to school on Monday, I explained the task to the group, I showed them my ideas and explained that this competition required a story on any subject, with the only one condition that it has to be an  original work.

When I concluded the explanations, I could hear the absolute silence that working minds produce, and everybody's eyes looked at me with such concentration that I imagined 23 shooters pointing at my head.

For a moment it frightened me that silence, but after a while Mita smiled and said in a loud voice: "Let us do a story about the Moon!", and then Johana jumped from her seat and shouted with joy: "A tale of the Moon sat on a tomato seed "... A  heavy silence fell between us, but now my eyes looked them all... I could only say: "well guys, you think and I write"… children smiled, willing to enjoy the task...

Once upon a time... a orchad full of vegetables, the kind of children hate to eat, but this orchard was special, since a group of students cared for it and gave water, and all kind of special cares because they learned  how much importar is to attend to the plants, and the role of bees in the food production process.

These plants was closely protected because thanks to them, this group of children had won a Blue Ribbon at the fair of Science and had shown to the School Director that they weren't dumb kids...

I don't know if it is correct to write that... perhaps we can write the same idea in a different way...

These plants were jealously protected because it was a promise of power for all generations to come, because the plants not only are nice, but helps to keep us alive.

This orchad was so beautiful, that everyone admired it, and Sun smiled all day to it, sending his best rays for each plant.

But there was a particularly beautiful tomato plant, with such large flowers that everyone thought that the plant could not hold the fruits.

During the night, the Moon watched carefully each of the plants, and it liked to kiss the pumpkins, and illuminating with its silver color rays the potatoes, but it could not ignore the flowers of the tomato, who smiled the same way like when teacher David looks her friend Gaby, with puppy eyes...

It is not true, I don't look at her that way!, I look at her... with... respect!, What do you know about looks?

Please, Don’t get  angry dear teacher!, This is only to give you a little impact to the history, Joseph said...

OK, then let's keep that, but now we need some drama, just a little...

One night, in which the Moon was sleeping, a raccoon hacked all security codes that the children had implemented. With a smart phone broke codes of laser rays and the main computer that kept all the intruders out. It also climbed with ropes by the internal protection fence and managed to get to the garden...

He was willing to eat the fruits that had grown so carefully.

The destruction was imminent!, but then all dogs of the neighborhood received instant messages from the Moon, all at the same time, and gathered outside the school and they so frightened the raccoon, who left a little shit on its way of escape...

Shit is not a very... correct word...
Do you prefer saying that it pooped in pants? He asked Mita...
Perhaps we should say that it left a poop trace!, shouted Salvatore
No guys, it's just sounding a bit... violent, but okay, that give drama to the story, let’s take  that version.

All vegetables survived and were so big and juicy that they fed all the children of Africa, but caregivers, kept a seed of each plant, especially of the tomato, which was dropped in the garden so the Moon could  care of it, and the Moon was so happy that one night, lost any fear and jumped, free, beautifully illuminated trying to embrace the seed.

But the Moon was in those days when it eats a lot and it was s very fat, so it bounced like ball, poing!, and as if it has strings that bind it back to the sky,  after kissing the seed on the nose...

How do you explain when you watch someone running and making pirouettes really high and landing on one foot?... I felt like that. Children are immensely creative, if we give them the opportunity, if they are capable of doing the Moon Kiss to a tomato seed on the nose... Where are their limits?.