The child is so easy to be happy. An extra sugar candy given by the grocery store, a plastic tassle about 3 centimeters wide that we found on the floor, jumping and getting wet while passing through the water accumulation .. Those who make us happy, those who make us smile and our eyes are at the same time.
It starts growing as disappointments because it does not cheer up anymore like cotton candy .. When we were growing up with a smile and a chocolate while we were tears our eyes did not show the same effect. Maybe, a fake smile settles in the face, and that fake smile.
I say I am better, I am better; whereas our only difference is that we are not pouring out our tears into the outside. The pride begins to grow; a lot of things that we forget the next day as a child is now in touch with our grief. It turns out that the antipodes of life are getting more painful than we are.
