Ever I mentioned how a small todaslas afternoons sitting waiting for your noble knight of the balcony back to casadespués work? Those afternoons when that gentleman entered the hall and the first thing I saw hands that stretched eranunas strongly to snatch elsombrero head. Then everything was filled laughter and mischief frantic frustrated by a hug yvueltas in the air, laughter turned into a tickle war quesolo just when little hands held firm that hat. The look of the girl seiluminaba as if at that time the entire universe had stopped uninstante to smile with her, just as it touched his head, that Coronade woven palm and hard as miner's helmet by layers of white paint Queca year he hid the time.
Each man left behind a bad mood, fatigue, stress and everything bad that could happen in the day, just let play, allow invasion by the love and joy Deuna girl. The girl I am, and eventually learned that there muchasformas hats and sizes, and serve to hide from under them every day to nomostrarnos vulnerable, but when we would rid ourselves of them, accepting the proposals of the world to enjoy and share sereshumanos other (and ourselves) the universe ysonríe you stop for a moment. This was a lesson from my balcony habíaolvidado gentleman and I thank all who have helped me to remember, for elloles offer my hat to play and my heart to live.
I miss you and may never leave to do so, but estosdos years have passed since you left your body, I learned to volarsola and you're proud of me I LOVE YOU! I'm still your beloved child, whimsical, cynical and berrinchuda, but I'm not a coward (well maybe a little bit, peronadie is perfect)
Do you dare?
Smile and good life. PS I hope
excuse my cheesy moment, I could not avoid, you know that sometimes I am so
