Unaware of adulthood, we said just wanting to be great. Ignoring many times how great we were. The innocence in the purest form of thought, the tenderness of our crazy occurrences.
We grew up, learned to fly, and we did each day beyond the area defined by our parents. Passing showers and thunderstorms, falling, getting forward.
That's life cycle, learning, a walk, a dream. But it is also a contrast of black and white, cold and heat. So often became life as a bland meal, which we had to swallow the seasoning. And we learned that love, friendship, art, leisure, work, family are eating condiments that help those difficult moments of life. But then we learned that the life may become even more difficult. Here, when everything seems lost its meaning when we live only for seasoning and do not find the basic essence of our life ...
Came back to dream ... in a world without hunger, without war, without violence, where all the children smile, play, amen. In a world where a helping hand without expecting anything. We got together, first two, then three, and every day we add more wills. Seek help, many doors were closed, others opened. We were putting together a box that was growing within days. On Friday we got into the car and went up very strongly the case, because the content was very heavy, and travel 100km to the south. We arrived at the schoolhouse in a small place called Wintering, lowered the box and there were children who were between 4 and 15 years. Open the box and all started playing, dancing, smiling. That box was in a special content that can not be described, can not measure, you can not draw, it can only be called: love. We appreciated the welcome, because giving love can only be offset receiving love. Moment of these, of which we would be eternal. I dream of those, which do not want to wake up. Before returning, we said goodbye we hear a word reached the depths of the soul, do not forget us. And so we started the trip again to reach the city. Understanding and grasping that this is the essence of life is not a condiment. How nice it is to go back to sleep knowing that dreams become reality. I do not want to be an adult, I can not be a child, I remain just that, a dreamer. And I would say in his song Fito Paez: Who said that all is lost? I come to offer my heart.
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