Da Grande/when I Grow up - Myrodereelcompetition2017

When I grow up I want to be the Pope yes, I want to be Pope! I don’t really remember how old I was when, for the first time I wondered what I wanted to be when I grow up Maybe six or seven, something like that. Anyway, that would be my future. I would be good to everybody, both good and bad people. Yeah, because at that age, bad guys are not that bad, after all. A few years later I decided that being the Pope would be too demanding and you never had fun. Then, I chose to be an astronaut. Yes, being an astronaut was a good job, I would travel a lot and meet weird people: the moon and the UFOs, the round ones; Mars and the martians, the green ones. I would save the world from Godzilla and Mazinga. It wasn’t long before I forgot about Godzilla and Mazinga; I felt that my future was in soccer: I would be the greatest player in the world, better than Pelè or Maradona. I had soccer in the blood. I sensed it, in a few years, I would be bought by a big team and then, at 15 I would debut in the National League scoring three goals. At more or less 18, no team had bought me yet: so much the worse for them! Sport had lost a star. I then decided that the career in the pop-rock music business would be ideal to express myself. Obviously, I would be the best musician ever, a mixture of Mozart, Led Zeppelin, Bach, Pink Floyd, Verdi, Genesis, Beethoven and many more. I would play all types of instruments and compose the best music ever heard by a human being. When listening, the whole humankind would improve. I would make lots of money and have beautiful women. Not bad as a life! Moreover, I could start whenever I wished, even a few years later. A great musician is like his music, ageless. There was only a tiny but minor detail: I couldn’t play yet. That’s not so bad, there is always time to learn… They say. I don’t remember last time I decided what I wanted to be well, maybe the President or a terrorist. My memory often fails me and I don’t understand whether I am awake or dreaming. Lately, I have changed address. I have found an old shelter at a tramcar stop, near the train station. It wasn’t taken yet: how lucky!