Once upon a man who wanted a heart of stone

He was there in the middle of the square, he was stunned. Maybe he was tired of feeling the things that happened to him. From that place, where he was standing, he could not see what was happening behind him. He, human  lintel molded sheltered himself under a wet wing that to his cheeks were tears. So much suffering, no one accompany him, no one ventured to touch his cold skin. I do not understand. Just remember to be always in the same place, seeing periods of sun and rain; Occasionally a rainbow. Without the strength to move, man feels his feet insanely tied to the concrete. His soul in contraposto dropped his dreams into nothingness.

  Behind him  sat a boy; but he never saw him. He’s fixed torso looking to a blind horizon, would not allow him to see the young man, full of emotions, that sat behind him to perfume absences. The man had the strength to move, to take risks. Behind his back a young boy coincided with a young girl. The man, who necessarily had his back to them, felt how the warm marble muse whispered in the guy’s ear the words that make him take the hand of the young lady. It took many seconds, minutes, days, hours and nothing changed, all died in warm farewells that love moon refused to see.

The man who only felt those goodbyes, thought they both deserve the opportunity to make a revolutionary eternal farewell, staying together. However, one night after the usual farewell never seen those young again. Everything faded, sounds departed in night light to be quiet for the loud wind that cooled the man's sword. What a suffering for the motionless man who expected to feel at least the tension weaving spiders destination dying between the two attracting magnets hidden. Sadness worsened his situation, in front of him cross some people who loved and were happy apparently. But there was nothing worse than those who photographed her sad image. Everyone walked away. He did not appreciate anyone who accompany him, then started to have the idea that the slightest gesture of affection end in suffering. One evening before his eyes fell a paper saying: "It is better to suffer for love, than wither on the discomfort of not suffer."

Instantly he reminded the young couple and seeing how they ended those meetings, could not do anything than let the scorn and a bluish pain encase it. Thinking that always end like this he refused to any act of love and affection, to the point that on the bench behind him no one that feel love seat again. Colder than ice made the flowers wither in gray clouds. Everything was dying nothing left around. In one morning he felt something of life that was consuming him. Looking at his empty and fixed horizon said to himself: I want to have a heart of stone.

It was so deep his desire that came to the ears of the doer of impossible, the destination. The fate writing the future of man, grieved for a moment, and before writing what would happened to the man in brackets wrote: this is the story of a man asking for a  heart of stone, poor naive not been realized that he was a statue.