Pensando en cómo cumplir su objetivo, se enamoró de una “chica” pequeña y gordita, cuyo cabello eran cuerdas y de tanto acariciarla comenzó a salir un sonido por sus poros que comenzó a contagiar, no solo a los chicos, sino que los mayores también comenzaron a disfrutar de sus melodías.
Entonces no paró de acariciar a la “novia “y de ese amor tan bonito nacieron varios hijos en forma de canciones que tocaron varios aspectos de la vida de los niños.
Pero, a pesar de ello, nuestro amigo no era del todo feliz porque había niños que no podían ser felices, porque no eran tenidos en cuenta o eran apartados por ser “diferentes”. Una vez su novia le preguntó por qué estaba triste, él le explicó que había niños que eran llamados autistas, que no eran aceptados o tenidos en cuenta para jugar, cantar y ser parte del pabellón de otros niños.
Ella siguió interrogándolo y le preguntó lo que quería hacer y 
¡Qué buena idea!, respondió su novia y agregó, pues, manos a la obra.
A partir de ese momento comenzó a construir su palacio azul, visitó a las familias que tuvieran a estos niños en su seno y los convenció para integrarlos al proyecto azul. Al principio los padres no querían enviar a sus niños, pero, poco a poco, el palacio se fue llenando de luces y alegrías.
Muchos niños llegaron al palacio y fueron protagonistas de las canciones compuestas por nuestro protagonista, de los dibujos que los niños hacían y su felicidad era inmensa, a pesar de las travesuras que estos hacían. Pero, su felicidad era mayor por lo felices que eran sus niños.
Un día el amigo de todos los niños dejó de venir al palacio. Ese día no sintieron nada extraño. Sin embargo, cuando faltó al día siguiente, todos comenzaron a preguntar por el sol de su cielo azul, porque sus cuerpecitos estaban sintiendo frío ante la ausencia de los rayos que los calentaban.
Al día siguiente su novia llegó y les dijo que el creador de ese palacio estaba enfermo y no podría asistir.
Los niños comenzaron a llorar y a preguntar qué podían hacer para ayudar. En eso, uno de los niños propuso hacer un concurso sobre su amigo. Otro preguntó qué podrían hacer. El que sugirió la idea dijo que podían dibujarlo, hacerle un escrito, mandarle una carta, componerle una canción o cualquier idea que se les ocurriera.
Así fue que a casa de nuestro amigo comenzaron a llegar cartas de agradecimiento, canciones, dibujos, poesías y mucho más.
En todas ellas los niños expresaban el amor y cariño que sentían por el dueño del palacio y le decían que oraban por su salud.
Varios días después nuestro amigo llegó al palacio azul. Es cierto que las huellas de la enfermedad se notaban en su rostro, pero, la alegría sentida por las muestras de amor de los niños había permitido que se levantara de la cama y fuera al encuentro de quienes le habían devuelto la vida y la esperanza.
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Once upon a time there was a man who played at being a child and not because his actions were childish, but because his soul was pure and clean like that of infants. He lived thinking about their joys, the things that bothered them, their passions and he had only one idea in his head: That the smile would draw the faces of children.
Thinking about how to achieve his goal, he fell in love with a small and chubby “girl”, whose hair were strings and so much caressing her began to leave a sound through her pores that began to spread, not only to the kids, but the older ones also began to enjoy her melodies.
Then he did not stop caressing the “bride” and from that beautiful love several children were born in the form of songs that touched various aspects of the children's lives.
But, in spite of that, our friend was not entirely happy because there were children who could not be happy, because they were not taken into account or were set aside for being “different”. Once his girlfriend asked him why he was sad, he explained that there were children who were called autistic, who were not accepted or taken into account to play, sing and be part of the other children's ward.
She continued to question him and asked him what he wanted to do and
What a great idea,” replied his girlfriend and added, ”Let's get to work.
From that moment on, he began to build his blue palace, visited the families who had these children and convinced them to integrate them into the blue project. At first, the parents did not want to send their children, but little by little, the palace was filled with light and joy.
Many children came to the palace and were the protagonists of the songs composed by our protagonist, of the drawings that the children made and their happiness was immense, in spite of the pranks that they did. But, their happiness was greater because of how happy their children were.
One day the friend of all the children stopped coming to the palace. That day they felt nothing strange. However, when he was absent the next day, they all began to ask about the sun in their blue sky, because their little bodies were feeling cold in the absence of the rays that warmed them.
The next day his girlfriend arrived and told them that the creator of that palace was sick and could not attend.
The children began to cry and ask what they could do to help. At that, one of the children proposed to have a contest about their friend. Another asked what they could do. The one who suggested the idea said they could draw him, write him a picture, send him a letter, compose a song, or whatever idea they could come up with.
And so it was that letters of thanks, songs, drawings, poems and much more began to arrive at our friend's house.
In all of them the children expressed the love and affection they felt for the owner of the palace and told him that they prayed for his health.
Several days later our friend arrived at the blue palace. It is true that the traces of the illness were visible on his face, but the joy felt by the children's love had allowed him to get out of bed and go to meet those who had given him life and hope.
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