Post by account_disabled on Dec 3, 2023 1:06:54 GMT -5
And now there they were both, bustling along the path that led straight to the entrance to the amusement park, a gate surmounted by an enormous mouth of who knows what fantastic creature that would swallow them up and throw them into the frenzy and carefreeness of city of games. When they entered, Zefirino opened his eyes wide. “Mom,” he said breathlessly, fascinated by the mix of colors and people coming and going through the nameless streets of the amusement park. That was his seventh birthday. A day he would remember forever.
They had been wandering around the amusement park for two hours and the child had already taken three laps on the crash cars, two on the horse carousel and the same number on the rocket and one on the enormous wheel that stood out Phone Number Data over the entire countryside. He wasn't tired, but now he preferred to enjoy the sight of stalls selling everything between one ride and another and of tents with their presenters promising incredible shows at low prices. A mother and son entered one of those tents and were left speechless in front of a man who cut his wife in two. The magician asked the audience which half they wanted and everyone laughed, each making his choice.
Zefirino proposed to mother to take the woman's place, promising that he would take both halves of her home and reattach them with glue. «Zefi, what do you have in mind?», he said and laughed, hugging the child. They went out and the stream of visitors pushed them along the flow that meandered through that hubbub of colors and sounds and shouts and shapes and all around was laughing and chatting loudly to drown out the almost deafening buzz. They didn't know what time it was and that day time seemed to stop at recess time. They walked hand in hand like two unlikely boyfriends and smiled at every glance, pointing their fingers at this or that attraction or racing to be the first to enter a mysterious-looking tent.
They had been wandering around the amusement park for two hours and the child had already taken three laps on the crash cars, two on the horse carousel and the same number on the rocket and one on the enormous wheel that stood out Phone Number Data over the entire countryside. He wasn't tired, but now he preferred to enjoy the sight of stalls selling everything between one ride and another and of tents with their presenters promising incredible shows at low prices. A mother and son entered one of those tents and were left speechless in front of a man who cut his wife in two. The magician asked the audience which half they wanted and everyone laughed, each making his choice.
Zefirino proposed to mother to take the woman's place, promising that he would take both halves of her home and reattach them with glue. «Zefi, what do you have in mind?», he said and laughed, hugging the child. They went out and the stream of visitors pushed them along the flow that meandered through that hubbub of colors and sounds and shouts and shapes and all around was laughing and chatting loudly to drown out the almost deafening buzz. They didn't know what time it was and that day time seemed to stop at recess time. They walked hand in hand like two unlikely boyfriends and smiled at every glance, pointing their fingers at this or that attraction or racing to be the first to enter a mysterious-looking tent.