I remember them and I smile.
How do you feel, what they think, how they are, what moves them to get up from the game and close their eyes after the game, the coming and going, the laughter, the frenetic activity of those who know, from ignorance, which Is not no stopping, to be followed, and play, laugh and enjoy, that makes no sense to take a nap, sit, stand, if there are about a swing running up a ramp, someone to talk, a simple dish to hit it with the fork?
When does the game stop looking?
Why do not we play all the time?
At what point, when we were faced with a plate and a fork stop thinking about making noise and think about eating?
moment is that I want.
to know what happened.
Why flip?
Or is that now the game is just that: write to the rhythm of a melody sweeter than beating you in the chest, there was a time of play, which is no longer?
A year and a day: House appointments: Juan Bonilla
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