Hold the Dream

The dream of a man should never be forgotten just by the fact of a failure on the way. I went inside the train right behind of the old man, I was curious to know if there was truth in what the old man told. I took a seat right beside him and he beside the window.

I observed him while he was looking to the photo “son, I gave up of an old dream which was my family, obsessed by the desire of war, that was a time of rebellion and my desire was always of fighting and winning the battle, but only after my family being killed I realized that the war that I was trying to win always was the inside one, if you really want to know I always was fearless, people often say that they don't realize their wishes because of fear, I say that I eat them at breakfast.”

“I always liked making my luck, let the fate guides me, I heard somewhere that exists a god called vodka”, “you know, son, when I was young I heard whispers echoing in my head saying that if I wanted I could do...”

Suddenly I woke up with the spark of the train wheels and the loud hoot... the racing heart... I was alone on the bench of two seats...