Once upon a time a boy, whose name I fail to remember that a day in the morning he arose, sat on the bed and thought .....! That would be good to keep dreams we have for tonight!
agitated, ran to the mother and said:
- Mama, mama .... I keep my dreams .....¿ as I can do?
The mother smiled at this question. I did not know that answer, so I said, ask your father, and he sure as sabe.De again ran down the hall until he reached his father and asked again:
- Papa, papa ......¿ as I can keep the dream?
The father laughed and said ..... ask your teacher, surely he knows. The child began to worry, as it is possible that the two wisest people in the world not know how to save the sueños.Mientras thought of this idea came to school and repeat the process:
- Profe, profe .. .. do you know how dreams are kept?
- Do not talk nonsense, man and sit down once
can not express with words, sorry that our little hero he was. Surely your question had no answer. In such wise came school, crossed the road and saw a store that had passed hundreds of times, an antique shop. He came in and gasped, it was full of stuffed animals, toy soldiers , trinkets, leaves comics, marbles, tin drums, tops, monster masks, water guns, dolls, tiny small cabinets and appliances .... . especially in high mountains, many covered with dust, some broken, some surprising.
Time stopped, spent hours and hours looking, objects were old, used, but all had a story, it was as if they had personality. Many people watched, but did not seem surprised and enjoy they both like him. He approached the shopkeeper and said
- Lord .....¿ shopkeeper from whom are all those old toys?
- They are children like you, kids who once dreamed of them, then fantastic adventures dreamed of playing with them and eventually, no more tired and lost. As adults, they again regained dream, come on sites like this looking for those little treasures of her childhood, became collectors toys, collectors dreams)
agitated, ran to the mother and said:
- Mama, mama .... I keep my dreams .....¿ as I can do?
The mother smiled at this question. I did not know that answer, so I said, ask your father, and he sure as sabe.De again ran down the hall until he reached his father and asked again:
- Papa, papa ......¿ as I can keep the dream?
The father laughed and said ..... ask your teacher, surely he knows. The child began to worry, as it is possible that the two wisest people in the world not know how to save the sueños.Mientras thought of this idea came to school and repeat the process:
- Profe, profe .. .. do you know how dreams are kept?
- Do not talk nonsense, man and sit down once
can not express with words, sorry that our little hero he was. Surely your question had no answer. In such wise came school, crossed the road and saw a store that had passed hundreds of times, an antique shop. He came in and gasped, it was full of stuffed animals, toy soldiers , trinkets, leaves comics, marbles, tin drums, tops, monster masks, water guns, dolls, tiny small cabinets and appliances .... . especially in high mountains, many covered with dust, some broken, some surprising.
Time stopped, spent hours and hours looking, objects were old, used, but all had a story, it was as if they had personality. Many people watched, but did not seem surprised and enjoy they both like him. He approached the shopkeeper and said
- Lord .....¿ shopkeeper from whom are all those old toys?
- They are children like you, kids who once dreamed of them, then fantastic adventures dreamed of playing with them and eventually, no more tired and lost. As adults, they again regained dream, come on sites like this looking for those little treasures of her childhood, became collectors toys, collectors dreams)
Javier
Your blog: http://javier-eldragondorado.blogspot.com/
