When I see a child play I wonder where is the girl who will love you tomorrow. What's playing? are perhaps the two in the square and invited him to play. And he does not want and go running, proud and undefeated. Maybe she speaks another language and now is in a distant park, playing a game unknown and that he will never learn. Destiny is a fickle driver that does not clarify where it leads. Sometimes love makes us just around the corner and others, thousands of miles. We may never give us that gift, or do not see it despite their attempts.
The child I am looking at now does not know anything about it is concerned not know, absorbed in his game. Only he knows the pattern it represents, but it is clear that the work takes place for only one, and it is relentless. There is no paper for that little girl. Maybe tomorrow that will steal your heart and now just watches, annoyed, since the heights of the largest slide in the square. 
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