Why do birds sing? :
Early in the morning early, when there is still nobody out in the street, because everyone is still sleeping, if a child was awake, one would realize a large birds chirping.
All that noise that we usually do not hear, because we're still in a dream world, is actually the way they speak and sing.
Each bird has a chirp differently, just as we have different languages.
Early in the morning even small birds do not want it to get up and wash your mouth, have breakfast and fly to school to learn life.
A little 'like children waking to sleep and did not want to stay at them to go to school.
And the mothers aivoglia bird to chirp: "chair! Arise! You have to go to school, I have to tidy up the nest and hunt again for lunch! "
Early in the morning early, when there is still nobody out in the street, because everyone is still sleeping, if a child was awake, one would realize a large birds chirping.
All that noise that we usually do not hear, because we're still in a dream world, is actually the way they speak and sing.
Each bird has a chirp differently, just as we have different languages.
Early in the morning even small birds do not want it to get up and wash your mouth, have breakfast and fly to school to learn life.
A little 'like children waking to sleep and did not want to stay at them to go to school.
And the mothers aivoglia bird to chirp: "chair! Arise! You have to go to school, I have to tidy up the nest and hunt again for lunch! "
What happened to the dreams? :
All the dreams of all children in the morning when they wake up, run and hide and not do it anymore, because the days are ashamed to be remembered, because they often can not be realized.
The bad luck that is not realized, but the good ones is a real shame.
If every child knew how to keep in a nice dream, and he harbored a little every day, making it grow with him, maybe this gray world would be a bit 'more colorful and more playful children from large full of smiles and sad faces would run somewhere else to grieve .
All the dreams of all children in the morning when they wake up, run and hide and not do it anymore, because the days are ashamed to be remembered, because they often can not be realized.
The bad luck that is not realized, but the good ones is a real shame.
If every child knew how to keep in a nice dream, and he harbored a little every day, making it grow with him, maybe this gray world would be a bit 'more colorful and more playful children from large full of smiles and sad faces would run somewhere else to grieve .
Why peel your knees makes you cry like when you peel an onion? :
The children running or cycling with your legs, when they go too fast and do not notice the holes that make the tripping, falling and banging my knees suddenly, rubbing the surface of the ground. If this is too abrasive, it can happen that the friction generated by this consumption rubbing the superficial layer of the epidermis, causing them peeled.
At this point the sensors placed under the skin alerts the brain that there is a possible infection in the course as quickly and your eyes do not know how to refrain from shedding tears.
Similarly, a mother who, for the sauce to put on the dough, peel an onion to cook together and go out copious tears while comforting her child, who has scraped his knee as he ran along the paths of a lawn.
The children running or cycling with your legs, when they go too fast and do not notice the holes that make the tripping, falling and banging my knees suddenly, rubbing the surface of the ground. If this is too abrasive, it can happen that the friction generated by this consumption rubbing the superficial layer of the epidermis, causing them peeled.
At this point the sensors placed under the skin alerts the brain that there is a possible infection in the course as quickly and your eyes do not know how to refrain from shedding tears.
Similarly, a mother who, for the sauce to put on the dough, peel an onion to cook together and go out copious tears while comforting her child, who has scraped his knee as he ran along the paths of a lawn.
When a person turns gray? :
Children are born are all colorful and within them have all colors, no exceptions.
Growing up, sometimes they can show them, pulling them out with fancy words and drawings.
And bring out more colors, their parents are happier and more full of smiles.
The company is often forced to wear uniforms and pale boys growing up too fast, wear them with ease, giving up their colors to settle for a placement just to survive, but lose their smiles.
The sadness that cover the faces of so many great people, dressed in a similar way and similar bags, all intent on spending, even discolor the eyes of those who would like to stay cheerful.
Children are born are all colorful and within them have all colors, no exceptions.
Growing up, sometimes they can show them, pulling them out with fancy words and drawings.
And bring out more colors, their parents are happier and more full of smiles.
The company is often forced to wear uniforms and pale boys growing up too fast, wear them with ease, giving up their colors to settle for a placement just to survive, but lose their smiles.
The sadness that cover the faces of so many great people, dressed in a similar way and similar bags, all intent on spending, even discolor the eyes of those who would like to stay cheerful.
What's behind the mirror? :
A boy sticking out his tongue, hidden from everyone and if you could move the mirror, you would see a long tongue emerge from an open mouth out of all proportion.
Or a man, stern and alert, to notice all the tiniest imperfections in the dress and when he is in the other. But do not you see, because he does not want that there are flaws in the way it is.
Or a lady who likes to gossip with her friends, but that when someone approaches you, be silent, not to be discovered.
Probably, however, there is no one and keep us company when we are alone, there is only our image, but does not speak like us, except by our own actions.
A boy sticking out his tongue, hidden from everyone and if you could move the mirror, you would see a long tongue emerge from an open mouth out of all proportion.
Or a man, stern and alert, to notice all the tiniest imperfections in the dress and when he is in the other. But do not you see, because he does not want that there are flaws in the way it is.
Or a lady who likes to gossip with her friends, but that when someone approaches you, be silent, not to be discovered.
Probably, however, there is no one and keep us company when we are alone, there is only our image, but does not speak like us, except by our own actions.
What happens to the toys when the kids get older? :
There are toys that you do not want to ever stop playing. They are the favorites, the ones that should not be losing, or set aside.
Yet at some point, for all children is the time to stop playing. Almost no one can believe and say it may not seem possible.
The child looks in the mirror and suddenly you discover grew.
And all those beautiful toys that have helped him grow in all the years of his childhood, even if reluctantly, puts them gently in a large cardboard box to take to the cellar.
But how is this possible? And 'quite sure that no longer plays?
If a child can survive and grow if it is kept alive, hidden somewhere inside the adult who has become, sometimes faces and remember how much he enjoyed with his old games.
You can not stop playing!
Maybe with a little game 'as they grow up.
And you can rest assured that every so often, the adult, perhaps in secret down in the cellar, hand in hand with the child inside her and together they opened the box and have fun for hours.
There are toys that you do not want to ever stop playing. They are the favorites, the ones that should not be losing, or set aside.
Yet at some point, for all children is the time to stop playing. Almost no one can believe and say it may not seem possible.
The child looks in the mirror and suddenly you discover grew.
And all those beautiful toys that have helped him grow in all the years of his childhood, even if reluctantly, puts them gently in a large cardboard box to take to the cellar.
But how is this possible? And 'quite sure that no longer plays?
If a child can survive and grow if it is kept alive, hidden somewhere inside the adult who has become, sometimes faces and remember how much he enjoyed with his old games.
You can not stop playing!
Maybe with a little game 'as they grow up.
And you can rest assured that every so often, the adult, perhaps in secret down in the cellar, hand in hand with the child inside her and together they opened the box and have fun for hours.
Between saying and doing:
They often say there is half of the sea.
Children, even small ones who can barely walk, if you imagine it full of blue words that float while waiting to become actions.
It would be nice to us for a swim in the blue sea full of words that are all there once said.
But how do you get to this beach?
With Dad's car I can get?
Then they discover that growing up is just a way of saying, are disappointed.
At sea, there have been many times and big words and letters that float near the shore have only seen written on plastic bags and waste that some poor wretch was thrown out of nowhere, forcing firefighters to make good signs reading "No bathing. "
They often say there is half of the sea.
Children, even small ones who can barely walk, if you imagine it full of blue words that float while waiting to become actions.
It would be nice to us for a swim in the blue sea full of words that are all there once said.
But how do you get to this beach?
With Dad's car I can get?
Then they discover that growing up is just a way of saying, are disappointed.
At sea, there have been many times and big words and letters that float near the shore have only seen written on plastic bags and waste that some poor wretch was thrown out of nowhere, forcing firefighters to make good signs reading "No bathing. "
Stories of such
The longer wheelbase of the leg:
Mr. Step has from time immemorial, married Mrs. Gamba and always walk along the streets. They are a perfect couple, walking in unison, as if they were synchronized.
Where stretches Mr. Pass, follows closely the lady leg, with an elegant gesture.
Sometimes, though, Mr. Step has taken the liberty to stretch out of turn, wanting to hurry to reach a target far away. Ms. Gamba, however, had difficulties to follow the amplitude and also in stretching, he stumbled to the point where the wife also drag the disastrous fall.
The fall was noticed by people around, who, thinking the incident and a brief essay with insight, have coined the saying of the same name from which the old proverb "Do not bite off more than you can chew."
Mr. Step has from time immemorial, married Mrs. Gamba and always walk along the streets. They are a perfect couple, walking in unison, as if they were synchronized.
Where stretches Mr. Pass, follows closely the lady leg, with an elegant gesture.
Sometimes, though, Mr. Step has taken the liberty to stretch out of turn, wanting to hurry to reach a target far away. Ms. Gamba, however, had difficulties to follow the amplitude and also in stretching, he stumbled to the point where the wife also drag the disastrous fall.
The fall was noticed by people around, who, thinking the incident and a brief essay with insight, have coined the saying of the same name from which the old proverb "Do not bite off more than you can chew."
Over the bench:
The child sits, tired of waiting on his feet. The goat is no longer visible, perhaps she does not like to continue the game.
Wait. In the passage of time, there is lying on and looks up.
The blue sky is a quiet meadow on which sheep graze in peace, white and soft moving slowly.
The child count "one, two, three" and "four, five, six."
The seven moved behind the six: you do not want to count. The eight went to pee. The nine he opened his mouth in a big yawn, perhaps sleepy. The ten are tired of not being counted and, without saying anything, has dissolved.
The others have moved away from grass to graze somewhere else and not longer able to count on.
The sun, in silence, down several steps and is putting on his pajamas to go to sleep.
It 'got a cat. But it's late: the child must go home.
He gets up and walks away from the bench.
The child sits, tired of waiting on his feet. The goat is no longer visible, perhaps she does not like to continue the game.
Wait. In the passage of time, there is lying on and looks up.
The blue sky is a quiet meadow on which sheep graze in peace, white and soft moving slowly.
The child count "one, two, three" and "four, five, six."
The seven moved behind the six: you do not want to count. The eight went to pee. The nine he opened his mouth in a big yawn, perhaps sleepy. The ten are tired of not being counted and, without saying anything, has dissolved.
The others have moved away from grass to graze somewhere else and not longer able to count on.
The sun, in silence, down several steps and is putting on his pajamas to go to sleep.
It 'got a cat. But it's late: the child must go home.
He gets up and walks away from the bench.
Who pays breaks! :
The ball is round and rolls often, back and forth between the children who kick with his feet.
It has no edges, and yet if kicked hard to delicate surfaces, he may break.
So for a strong ascent, kicked by those who do not know of a group of children excitedly playing in a meadow surrounded by buildings, broke the window glass and the ball was inside.
The sinister sound of that glass broke, had the power of a warning for an impending air raid, and that group so involved in the game, there were only vague traces on the grass.
The big man who looked out a moment later, preceded by a furious curse, he could not help but note the absence of any guilty before his eyes.
He returned a moment later they heard an explosion.
Then a door opened and something was thrown, before closed it quickly.
That something is reclined on the grass, still lying by the heat of the quick steps of small players.
To see it well, remember the colors for the ball just before it rolled on the grass, but its form, though still round, was strangely flattened and at one point had a gash that showed the inside.
The big man, but did not find any fault, had condemned the object that caused the damage.
The ball is round and rolls often, back and forth between the children who kick with his feet.
It has no edges, and yet if kicked hard to delicate surfaces, he may break.
So for a strong ascent, kicked by those who do not know of a group of children excitedly playing in a meadow surrounded by buildings, broke the window glass and the ball was inside.
The sinister sound of that glass broke, had the power of a warning for an impending air raid, and that group so involved in the game, there were only vague traces on the grass.
The big man who looked out a moment later, preceded by a furious curse, he could not help but note the absence of any guilty before his eyes.
He returned a moment later they heard an explosion.
Then a door opened and something was thrown, before closed it quickly.
That something is reclined on the grass, still lying by the heat of the quick steps of small players.
To see it well, remember the colors for the ball just before it rolled on the grass, but its form, though still round, was strangely flattened and at one point had a gash that showed the inside.
The big man, but did not find any fault, had condemned the object that caused the damage.
Sounds easy! :
When a child sits at the table, his place is already prepared. On the table cutlery, napkin, cup and a plate with a dish, piping hot or cool, depending on the season that awaits.
He does not have to do is sit down, after washing your hands and get to eat with the proper times of a child, perhaps without being too pray.
But if the same child often looks the television, you probably had the opportunity to see how it seems easy to cook.
According to the advertisement, in fact, simply open an envelope with photos of delicious dishes on smoking and pour the contents into a pan on the stove to put on, just for a few minutes.
Too bad that his mom one dish that now he refuses to taste, has prepared all by myself, without buying any prepackaged bag and took several hours to feed it with natural foods that help it to grow away from the lure of a world increasingly pre-packaged.
That child should be educated to recognize the difference between things built with the hard work and those already good and ready, and perhaps should stop acting stupid whims.
When a child sits at the table, his place is already prepared. On the table cutlery, napkin, cup and a plate with a dish, piping hot or cool, depending on the season that awaits.
He does not have to do is sit down, after washing your hands and get to eat with the proper times of a child, perhaps without being too pray.
But if the same child often looks the television, you probably had the opportunity to see how it seems easy to cook.
According to the advertisement, in fact, simply open an envelope with photos of delicious dishes on smoking and pour the contents into a pan on the stove to put on, just for a few minutes.
Too bad that his mom one dish that now he refuses to taste, has prepared all by myself, without buying any prepackaged bag and took several hours to feed it with natural foods that help it to grow away from the lure of a world increasingly pre-packaged.
That child should be educated to recognize the difference between things built with the hard work and those already good and ready, and perhaps should stop acting stupid whims.
We are nothing! :
The small ants fleeing desperate when your feet tread the paths of children where even their passing with their caravans full of belongings, they know very well and does not serve anyone remember him.
But children often have not yet been demonstrated, especially if their parents are successful, always ready to meet all the challenges and achieve remarkable results.
The showcase of this world likes to show only one side of the coin, one straight, where the figures are standing, powerful and good health.
But people are not statues, they age much faster and sometimes hidden behind difficult to accept the destiny that often fall between the head and neck of someone close to them.
Life is made up of choices: you can not always make the right one.
The small ants fleeing desperate when your feet tread the paths of children where even their passing with their caravans full of belongings, they know very well and does not serve anyone remember him.
But children often have not yet been demonstrated, especially if their parents are successful, always ready to meet all the challenges and achieve remarkable results.
The showcase of this world likes to show only one side of the coin, one straight, where the figures are standing, powerful and good health.
But people are not statues, they age much faster and sometimes hidden behind difficult to accept the destiny that often fall between the head and neck of someone close to them.
Life is made up of choices: you can not always make the right one.
Put yourself in my shoes! :
If the mother said this sentence, your baby will probably begin to count the number of cronies whose asylum should ask for help to fill those clothes so great.
One child per leg, one for the belly, one for the shoulders and arms, another for the mother's head and the clothes would be full.
But if then he went to tell him, she would laugh and he will be amazed to hear the simple explanation: "It 'just a figure of speech! The clothes are always wearing the same people, are the points of view from which everyone looks at things that are exchanged, so you can understand what they see each other! "
The child, still more surprised, immediately looking for this mysterious point of view, embarking in the enterprise along with some of his little friend, but this time without saying anything to her mother, not to wreck the ship before departure.
If the mother said this sentence, your baby will probably begin to count the number of cronies whose asylum should ask for help to fill those clothes so great.
One child per leg, one for the belly, one for the shoulders and arms, another for the mother's head and the clothes would be full.
But if then he went to tell him, she would laugh and he will be amazed to hear the simple explanation: "It 'just a figure of speech! The clothes are always wearing the same people, are the points of view from which everyone looks at things that are exchanged, so you can understand what they see each other! "
The child, still more surprised, immediately looking for this mysterious point of view, embarking in the enterprise along with some of his little friend, but this time without saying anything to her mother, not to wreck the ship before departure.
Like finding a needle in a haystack:
A tailor, tailors, one of those strongly attached to their work, had made a commitment to an important customer for a suit to be packed with rich fabrics and precious wire.
But this customer, who lived far away, wanted him to hand over in no time.
The tailor, for fear of not being able to finish in time, once cut the fabrics to all parts of the dress, to gain time, he began to sew on the go.
So, along the great distance that separated him from the client, the dress slowly taking shape.
It was almost reached its destination and the suit was only the buttons.
He stopped in a haystack to attack them.
Unfortunately for him, the only needle that had slipped from his fingers and disappeared in the straw before it was able to slip the thread through the eye.
He tried unsuccessfully searching, searching several times between the piles of straw, but without being in charge.
This misadventure went around the neighborhood and every time someone told it to someone else, I added something that in its opinion made it more exhilarating. In the end it was a saying that even today we sometimes hear, not knowing where it came from.
A tailor, tailors, one of those strongly attached to their work, had made a commitment to an important customer for a suit to be packed with rich fabrics and precious wire.
But this customer, who lived far away, wanted him to hand over in no time.
The tailor, for fear of not being able to finish in time, once cut the fabrics to all parts of the dress, to gain time, he began to sew on the go.
So, along the great distance that separated him from the client, the dress slowly taking shape.
It was almost reached its destination and the suit was only the buttons.
He stopped in a haystack to attack them.
Unfortunately for him, the only needle that had slipped from his fingers and disappeared in the straw before it was able to slip the thread through the eye.
He tried unsuccessfully searching, searching several times between the piles of straw, but without being in charge.
This misadventure went around the neighborhood and every time someone told it to someone else, I added something that in its opinion made it more exhilarating. In the end it was a saying that even today we sometimes hear, not knowing where it came from.
If it were not for the wind:
An angry child with it because he had spilled some toys on the desk of her room, talking with his father, said that it was better there was no wind, so you do not overturn them to him anymore.
The father, in response, told him a story:
"In ancient Greece, men who believed in the gods, also had a god who ruled the winds. This god, called Aeolus, one day gave a skin full of all the winds to a man named Odysseus, so that he could use in case of necessity, being careful, however, to put it to good use. Unfortunately for him, while he was in sight of port dell'sola in which he was king, so after navigating back, some fellow travelers, curious to see the contents, opened the bottle. The rapid release of the winds, generated a vortex of air that pushed off their ship. When they finally stopped the winds blow, they found themselves in the sea without any land on the horizon, and without a breath of wind that fills the sails.
Be no wind in the sea on a ship with sails, far from any port and short of food and water, is a condition in which no sailor hopes to be, almost certainly prefer to stay in the middle of a storm, but close known ports.
Similarly, a child without stimulation by the wind of imagination would not have joy in living a life estate.
And if there were no wind, which sometimes plays too, would always be alone with the motionless puppets to breathe the same air vitiated by all the smells of a world without freedom of movement. "
The child continued to be angry with annoyance at once, but preferred not to hear them stink.
An angry child with it because he had spilled some toys on the desk of her room, talking with his father, said that it was better there was no wind, so you do not overturn them to him anymore.
The father, in response, told him a story:
"In ancient Greece, men who believed in the gods, also had a god who ruled the winds. This god, called Aeolus, one day gave a skin full of all the winds to a man named Odysseus, so that he could use in case of necessity, being careful, however, to put it to good use. Unfortunately for him, while he was in sight of port dell'sola in which he was king, so after navigating back, some fellow travelers, curious to see the contents, opened the bottle. The rapid release of the winds, generated a vortex of air that pushed off their ship. When they finally stopped the winds blow, they found themselves in the sea without any land on the horizon, and without a breath of wind that fills the sails.
Be no wind in the sea on a ship with sails, far from any port and short of food and water, is a condition in which no sailor hopes to be, almost certainly prefer to stay in the middle of a storm, but close known ports.
Similarly, a child without stimulation by the wind of imagination would not have joy in living a life estate.
And if there were no wind, which sometimes plays too, would always be alone with the motionless puppets to breathe the same air vitiated by all the smells of a world without freedom of movement. "
The child continued to be angry with annoyance at once, but preferred not to hear them stink.
The look of a child:
She has big eyes open wide
The world before
The certainty to be there again tomorrow
To continue the game
Long way to go
With feet still small
But that will grow with the
time.
She has big eyes open wide
The world before
The certainty to be there again tomorrow
To continue the game
Long way to go
With feet still small
But that will grow with the
time.
Stories of places
The Toyland:
In front of the large windows and transparent in which one loses the eyes of a child's wide-eyed and lost to climb the battlements of a castle or the rigging of a pirate ship, a world of construction claim his attention and asked him to come in for begin and continue playing.
The department stores have many of the immense boundless large and small streets that run to the point that you get tired to walk. There are many signs hanging from the top, where the look of a child does not pay attention to the written, nor what they mean.
At its height seen so many toys that do not have time to desire and races. He runs from side to side without knowing what to play and does not know, because they have not yet explained, that these toys, all colorful and different, they are there to be bought by parents who can afford it.
And there are many high and low prices, which stand between them and the toys that allow parents of different portfolios to please the various children.
But the children are all equal, and many games that would not enter even into their homes.
Had some time to calm living their childhood when they leave the land of toys to return to their homes.
In front of the large windows and transparent in which one loses the eyes of a child's wide-eyed and lost to climb the battlements of a castle or the rigging of a pirate ship, a world of construction claim his attention and asked him to come in for begin and continue playing.
The department stores have many of the immense boundless large and small streets that run to the point that you get tired to walk. There are many signs hanging from the top, where the look of a child does not pay attention to the written, nor what they mean.
At its height seen so many toys that do not have time to desire and races. He runs from side to side without knowing what to play and does not know, because they have not yet explained, that these toys, all colorful and different, they are there to be bought by parents who can afford it.
And there are many high and low prices, which stand between them and the toys that allow parents of different portfolios to please the various children.
But the children are all equal, and many games that would not enter even into their homes.
Had some time to calm living their childhood when they leave the land of toys to return to their homes.
The Land of Plenty:
It is said that once there was, no one knows in which place, a place where all the basic necessities grew on trees and people to feed themselves enough to stretch to reap the benefits without making any other effort.
The children also had difficulty in feeding the country: the trees were tall and had brought all the food that tastes as adults who were turning up the noses smaller.
Major insisted and forced children to eat well and if they felt like it, they threatened that they would never become great. They were very happy not to become one, but it was having to eat a pizza.
The mothers, who were the most sensitive and is remembered more than when they were children, they began to ask their children because they would not ever eat all this good things that grew in profusion. The answer they gave the banned left and realized that it was a great unbridled selfishness of eating the fruits of those trees without groped to please the little ones.
They began to farm and raise cattle and cooked fruits of their labor and the food offered to the children liked it so much even to their own husbands, that they stopped to gather the fruits of those particular trees.
No longer eating from the trees and gradually dried up and disappeared.
Today, to remember that time and the fruits, in the village fairs you make a game called "Tree of Plenty". At the top are hanging salamis, prosciutto, mortadella, cheese, loin, and so on. The game is being able to climb the trunk, rendered slippery by the fat that is sprinkled on top and climb. Whoever reaches the fruit, and takes them to win.
It is said that once there was, no one knows in which place, a place where all the basic necessities grew on trees and people to feed themselves enough to stretch to reap the benefits without making any other effort.
The children also had difficulty in feeding the country: the trees were tall and had brought all the food that tastes as adults who were turning up the noses smaller.
Major insisted and forced children to eat well and if they felt like it, they threatened that they would never become great. They were very happy not to become one, but it was having to eat a pizza.
The mothers, who were the most sensitive and is remembered more than when they were children, they began to ask their children because they would not ever eat all this good things that grew in profusion. The answer they gave the banned left and realized that it was a great unbridled selfishness of eating the fruits of those trees without groped to please the little ones.
They began to farm and raise cattle and cooked fruits of their labor and the food offered to the children liked it so much even to their own husbands, that they stopped to gather the fruits of those particular trees.
No longer eating from the trees and gradually dried up and disappeared.
Today, to remember that time and the fruits, in the village fairs you make a game called "Tree of Plenty". At the top are hanging salamis, prosciutto, mortadella, cheese, loin, and so on. The game is being able to climb the trunk, rendered slippery by the fat that is sprinkled on top and climb. Whoever reaches the fruit, and takes them to win.
The land of Fairy Tales:
Walking with the looks in the pages of colorful books and follow carefully all the most minute particulars, we arrive precisely at a place called: Tales of the country.
In it, the house has the best stories that tell the grandparents or mothers to children who want to listen to at any time, or before bedtime to End the day with serenity.
The characters that animate them, good and bad, good and bad, are benchmarks that are used to teach what is wrong and do what is right.
The children, all taken, these stories live and in person, before they even understand them, they learn behaviors that will keep in too large.
Some of these stories are scary and the kids are scared and maybe hear them tell it's not good before they go to sleep, not to fill their bad dreams.
Today's reality, sometimes puts more fear of frightening tales.
Walking with the looks in the pages of colorful books and follow carefully all the most minute particulars, we arrive precisely at a place called: Tales of the country.
In it, the house has the best stories that tell the grandparents or mothers to children who want to listen to at any time, or before bedtime to End the day with serenity.
The characters that animate them, good and bad, good and bad, are benchmarks that are used to teach what is wrong and do what is right.
The children, all taken, these stories live and in person, before they even understand them, they learn behaviors that will keep in too large.
Some of these stories are scary and the kids are scared and maybe hear them tell it's not good before they go to sleep, not to fill their bad dreams.
Today's reality, sometimes puts more fear of frightening tales.
The duel between Fantasy and Reason:
Today it seems to happen.
It is believed to be a thing of the past, when the horses pulling carriages and coaches and the gentlemen kept his hands covered with white gloves, which often used to challenge opponents to a duel, at times offended by specious reasons.
Yet even in today so logical and well defined by the Company, sometimes overlooking the Fantasia and launches his challenge.
While we are in front of the video that imprisons our gaze in a maze of programs already established, the mind struggles and dreams of running free in a meadow, on a clear day, but when the sun does not oppress with a suffocating heat.
You can stay cool under the canopy of a tree, his back resting on its bark to count the ants that go with the food on his shoulders and seems to quiet talk while hauling giant, but give it a look.
The video, believed to have trained our minds for good on the priorities of the day, continues to stutter news that our senses do not collect.
Our ears are near a stream and listen to the flow in the placid flow of life around.
The nose is savoring the scents of some groups of flowers on which bees and butterflies to take turns doing the shopping with their baskets.
The mouth is watering tasting, imagining licking an ice cream with many flavors and smiles away from the free advertising scollacciate fresh and not at all.
And they say that in the end always wins the Reason!
Better to be free to imagine, even if only kids could still come in and taste with the maturity of a child, simple tastes, yet as long as they are.
Today it seems to happen.
It is believed to be a thing of the past, when the horses pulling carriages and coaches and the gentlemen kept his hands covered with white gloves, which often used to challenge opponents to a duel, at times offended by specious reasons.
Yet even in today so logical and well defined by the Company, sometimes overlooking the Fantasia and launches his challenge.
While we are in front of the video that imprisons our gaze in a maze of programs already established, the mind struggles and dreams of running free in a meadow, on a clear day, but when the sun does not oppress with a suffocating heat.
You can stay cool under the canopy of a tree, his back resting on its bark to count the ants that go with the food on his shoulders and seems to quiet talk while hauling giant, but give it a look.
The video, believed to have trained our minds for good on the priorities of the day, continues to stutter news that our senses do not collect.
Our ears are near a stream and listen to the flow in the placid flow of life around.
The nose is savoring the scents of some groups of flowers on which bees and butterflies to take turns doing the shopping with their baskets.
The mouth is watering tasting, imagining licking an ice cream with many flavors and smiles away from the free advertising scollacciate fresh and not at all.
And they say that in the end always wins the Reason!
Better to be free to imagine, even if only kids could still come in and taste with the maturity of a child, simple tastes, yet as long as they are.
In each adult
there is always
a child
walking
with its distance
and flies
with his imagination ...
there is always
a child
walking
with its distance
and flies
with his imagination ...
