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"Heart's poemes" (Greenhill) During that night I remembered that me and Marian had a little quarrel one day, when one of my buyers arrived in my house. I asked to Marian: " Could you kindly bring me the maps number twenty and twenty-one? They're all on my desk. You can't miss them !!" " Okay Temply, I'll do it!!" The man smiled: " Is she your girlfriend?" " Wha??!!....What do you say?! She's just a friend, ju..just a friend!!!" I was so embarassed, I blushed. Marian returned with the maps. After the payment, she said: " Beyond the stars There's my heart Beyond the clouds There's my soul Beyond the lands There's my body Hope is a force, A force won't be broken. Love is petal, A petal will fly high in the sky. With a friend many treasures you'll find, Fantasy is the best weapon of your mind. Woohw!! Really cool Temply!! I didn't know you were able to write wonderful poems like this, congratulation!! Do you really think what you writed?" "......." " Ehi, have you listened?" " Gimme that stupid piece of paper!" " Y..Yes!!" " It's useless; besides I'm not a poet, but a cartographer." I tore the piece of paper and I added: " Marian, please, make your own business and don't pry in my room again, have you understood??!" " Y..Yes!" It was a sad reply. I didn't see Marian for five/six days. I acted very foolish with her. During the morning I finally arrived to Greenhill: country of wisdom, knowledge, and scholarship. It was huge; streets were full of people, lawns were full of flowers. I found a nice inn in the left corner of the city; I had 17.000 potch, so I decided to take a room. I was going to sell some of my maps of Highland and Tinto: they were really demanded in that city. The owner of the inn was a plump man, he seemed witty. " Can I help you?" " I'd like to have a room, quiet if possible" " Sure; one night, 120 potch" " Okay." While I was paying, a girl with black hairs arrived. " Hello!" I said That mysterious girl didn't answer. " What's wrong with her? Is she...deaf??" " She's my daughter, Angela and.... no! She's isn't deaf but only sad for something..." " Oh, sorry, I didn't know that....However why is she so sad to not greet other people?" " I don't know, lately Angela refuses to talk with me..." " What a strange girl.." I though. Next morning some rumors woke me up. There were voices. Girl's voices. " ANGELA, PLEASE!!! PLEASE COME OUT!! WE WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!" I replied with a harsh tone: " SILENCE!! I want to sleep!! This is an inn, not a stadium!!" Immediately the girls left the place. Ten o' clock: While I'm having breakfast, Angela arrived and got near my table. " Can I talk to you?" " Finally I can hear your voice...however yes, yes you can." " What's your name?" " My name is Templeton and you are Angela, right?" " Yes..." " Thanks for this morning. You have silenced that silly harpies!!" I took a brioche and I replied: " In any case they only wanted your autograph!" " Not only that!!" " What else?" " I'm a famous writer and poet in this city, my fans are waiting for my new literary work, but..." "...Your mind is completely empty!!" " Yes, I haven't any ideas..." " Ispiration will arrive soon or later, don't worry!" " Y..You don't understand!! I must deliver my work within one week and I didn't write a line!" " This is a problem, but you can get some help from your father, don't you think?" " NO! That's impossible! I don't want to tell him such a thing!........Ahhh, I'm really sorry Templeton, I'm disheartened!" Angela left me. I didn't think about Angela and her problems for all day. I returned in my room in the evening when I heard Angela's voice. She was lonely and she was crying. " Please, father, forgive me! Without my job and my poems, we'll be forced to close this inn because we won't have enough money to pay taxes!! Forgive me, father, I'm a complete failure!" Her sadness was very concentrated. I could feel it too. I was not used to help people in that way, but that time I was prompted by a strange feeling which said to me: " Help that girl! Give her the sake!" Then I remembered that poem. I writed it on a piece of paper and I went out of the inn. My hearth was full of memories. I remembered that day with Marian, maybe I could be more gentle with her. She taught me the real meaning of life, love friendship. She was very important to me, she was my inspirer. When all my maps were finished I used to to write poems thinking about her. They were heart's, love's poems, and I was too shy to tell her the truth that time. That was probably the main reason I was so off putting with her. Next morning I left Greenhill. I also left a message for Angela. It said: " Poems comes from you hearth, And you have a big, gentle hearth. Soon or later, you'll understand, but now don't give up. With a friend many treasures you'll find Fantasy is the best weapon of your mind. "
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