Historical

The shadow was in the world since the world was created. He was with all the tortured souls: kings, priests, poor people... even Popes. He liked to tell me all his adventures, but his favourite was a poor man who fell into his arms, and became rich before his murder.

'You look like him, sometimes', he usually said to me. I didn't answer to that. But, one day, I did.

'I look like a man?', I said, acidly. He laught.

'No, my darling. Your soul looks like him'.

And, of course, the shadow was with me since my birth. He was always my friend, my protector, my eternal dark guardian angel... and my curse.

'Come on, darling' It was the day I had to travel to Las Vegas, 'You're going to lose your flight'.

'I'm going to lose you', I answered softly. But he laught again.

'I don't think so'.

The Dream

Fire. I can only remember the fire. Fire around my body. Fire around my skin. Fire around my head and my hair... My clothes on fire. Burning. 

Then, when I woke up screaming, he was there. He was looking at me with that wry smile. The fire, instead, was in his eyes.

'What's wrong?' he asked me. I looked into his face and I turned around and closed my eyes. He was so exasperating.

'What's wrong?' he insisted. 

So exasperating.

I didn't want to answer him, so I thought about other things. Job. Friends. Travels. I had to travel to Las Vegas on the next day to take a document that someone called Robert Begnini stole to me.

'Sweets dreams' he laughed. 

'Fuck you'.

The shadow laughed again and I fell asleep.