Sunday, December 31, 2006

Coelho's small stories #1 : The Missing Brick

Once, when I and my wife were traveling, I received a fax from my secretary.

'There's one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,' she said. 'I'm sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.'

On the one hand, there was the design my wife had made : harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranged in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.

'Just buy another brick,' wrote my wife. And so they did, and thus stuck to the original design.

That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.

(Taken from Like The Flowing River)

Friday, December 8, 2006

Lullaby for The Dreamer

She sat there alone
Her mind wandering
Floating in another realm

Just waiting
For the wind to come
Passing her on its journey

She's singing
her heart out silently
Through the dancing
of her hands

And when the wind blows
She would whisper
her love notes
For it to carry away

And when night falls
The stars shall sing
A lullaby for the dreamer