“What does it mean for you life? In fact, for many lives does not mean anything, because when death comes, and not necessarily to you, then you realize that life was the most important! In those moments when life does not end, and knew death was not were on the verge of the best moments … Sorry, not all the moments you can return and fill them to do even better …”—
Be the little girl. Swarthy, dark-haired, with brown eyes, large, with unbalanced, that girl that no stop was in motion, all dancing and singing … It was a little dreamer, wrote and drew what could dream up in my head! It burned a spark, this spark all that she has and by today! Then she smiled at the sun, birds singing, it was hovering in the clouds, the wind carries it in Ina world, brought to the heavens, and the grass and then took his soft hands back. The whole of nature and animals gathered around to hear that yet another funny story that invented it.
And at night she sat on a small star, she sang and listened to the moon and lit the way across the galaxy … That girl there was like a miracle, and who knows who she is, where? But she was still alive … Somewhere deep in her heart she live!