(How we have done tonight Carnival)
There is no time or number of lives in which we move through the world, for no I wonder who knows the answer to how many years is one minute. Thus, the only valid measure is the meter is hanging wall on the right mirror, right where an impalpable soul watches the bed sideways stuffed animals, colors and canopy.
And there is, insistent, a girl with a pencil between his fingers bitten draw lines on his head, waking up after awakening. Has calculated it needs to reach the four feet that marks the end of the elephant hat without asking for help to arrive to the cookie jar in the kitchen of his home. Although some days I would speed things up you can not, and after every meal, every shower and every night's sleep that grows older. Other months, however, why the hate cookies after all he refuses to grow.
today has been the stroke of the pen has gone directly to the red wall, ignoring all the funny animal cry. It was here where he was coming. It has gathered the courage and strength that will lead to an issue that awaits solution from too long. Now she is able to face his little problem, is able to face something new his mind has been transformed .
Nevertheless, it is necessary to notice that she remains a girl who always want to eat cookies, and still asking each morning to your particular magic mirror to what extent has aged. Although it serves little now that there is a smaller elephant that she occupies a space on the wall, and it was decided to use a new white paper to be placed on the hat. But, all maneuvering the pencil in hand and crusting on the face, fails to keep the paper straight and in its place. If only there was someone that was attached to it, could continue to grow smoothly. Maybe I can ask for help from the strange soul of the mirror, and now wants to eat, shower and get back in bed.
(AM)
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