At this time of the year ,in a season where all that ones have grown up as a child in the heart of a father ,and the endearements of a mother to her children .. He was knocking on the door wherefom all the thinkers ,

creators of story -telling have been passing through the door of mind wonderings , and some of those dreamers 'fate ,in life..

On which way did reality carried us all, away from the sunlight or the rains?Franky ,Myria, have been the inhabitants of a fairy tale and a legend whithin the families whom came from the native town-villagers ,of a great city-land that seemed to be built up only with the wording meanings from some of the books of the world .. That all the countrymen of a village in the brain , the body and the soul would while telling , teaching , learning from them ,how beautiful ,useful ,ever-empowering were the people ,that could fill up your mind , your feelings and your faith .. With a one note of a letter ,or the numerous numbers that made your visions and choices as wonderful as father Franky or mother Myria ,telling on the true story of a fairy tale that have traveled throughout all kinds and all natures in marvels .. Telling us about them all ..During centuries of readings in manuscripts .. All the pitching voices would fill up the atmosphere ..

._:i really do think Franky ,that the true nature of the world ,lives in the silence of tranquillity and not just in your chilldhood and adulthood dreams.. O f being one day .. The perfect man or the perfect woman that ..Because of one Master of one kind has delivered from farthest beyond us..The nearest human and divine secrets of the mysteries of inate gifts and the talents of a musician , a painter , a designer of words standing always on time in times beside the sculpter of space by seasons of Oceans in seasof phases ,roots , dust ,sands of the deserts of inspiration ,in the midnight skies .. That like of a clock heads up.. Upside down ,mounted from natural pieces of the lands in creation with the lettering sounds of all ramified treebranches in the humanitarian sense of the meaning that makes one 's mind :the author or the scientist , the philosopher ,or the teller of a story that touches the heart of so many thinking people of one world that has made it all ,a story during a time ,once upon a time in presence of a creative image That of a fairy tale told by the men ,the women ,the children inbued by thelight of days . The colors of life and toughts change on and on as they grow alone or with that one Master of the Minds of all.._

._:But Franky .. How did the family you have been growing up with as a child and as an adult ,have turned to be mine today ,within the bookstories and the manuscripts wherein we have all been through ,one day in ourlifetime.. Walking in the nature and lands under or above the skies of freedom of being without something and without no one to stop you from what you wished to be since your childhood dreams were being unfortunatly interrupted by reality..

That 's why and that is how Myria was saying ,responding ,telling on and on forever to the people whom were also murmuring , speaking about ,singing marvellously ,talking still about the fairy tales around one beautifying legend of the Nature, its living-beings and human beings ,speaking on ,in and out all the languages of one 's belief ,doings , chosing up onto all the way up ..To a book 's future ,or on all the way down to a leaf of one 's family tree.. On papers...!_

_: What do you really think about all that my folks?_

Franky said with all the peoples that are nowadays in the 22 th of our Century ,baring the obsessing names and the posessive nouns of "Having and " Being .. Because as i am explaining that Franky and Myria 's people believe always that : having all the power within is being on and on forever the up breeding ,even all the knowledge with one culture ,education ,learning thouroughly ,simply, easily, without any obstacles ..on your ways on to utmost maturity..Until such that of a fruit or a plant ..You grab and tie up your bonds and roots ..To the body and the soul you are growing up higher or lower with.. To the highest humble mind ,until the lowest -smallest,the greatest-bigest portaits of your joyful faces or thesorrows ..In the nostalgic homeland towns of your yesterdays never die again when you all follow up this everlasting fairy tale of a legend intomorrow 's true books ' destinies.. To borrow.. But not to blow ..To over flow.. To dive or even fly from all the skies to all the earths ..That you have always dreamed upon to go by with .. To fly with!_

.All the city-town inhabitants of a fairy tale, a poem , a novel , a story , a verse, an enceclopedia of thoughts and minds pleasures to be the best of all of myself with you ,he ,she ,they , me..Youheshetheyme.. Became before me and you have come .. He came before .. Has seen it all.. Before and after all ..He lives through it all ..A promised,homeland within a story ..He dwells on .. Wherefrom a fairy tale,a legend , a reality ,an imagination lingers ,longs for care,love,from one side to another side, from one angle of another ..A guardian ofa father 's mind to his children of an ever-ever-growing space made ofthe Moons smartest-brightest ,invading the human stars in all the acting of making us the fortunate strongest and happiest tellers when to beachieving ourselves out from all..Fairies.. Or just from all the truth ..Inside ..Letter by letter, a letter after the letter, a number after all the numbers ..We decide to make it all as he is choosing ..

From a vision to all visions .. Before the vision :the Image , before the image ..The sound and after all the story tellings .. Foregrounds.

Franky, Myria, Ramy and with all the others.. On ... .! _

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RAMY GEORGE MORCOS.