The baby plays with dolls, want to be a mother and hides her fears, tells the secret of his misery, he promises that they will never fly through the pain of his 8 years ...
The baby grows, plays at being large, knows the taste of love and kisses to each man seeks love of his life, the father of her daughter and dreams of a family ...
The girl decides to become a mother, has discovered the man who complements the which encourages her to fly, who knows the pains of his 8 years, which heals his wounds and sowing hope in being ...
The girl is disappointed, the daughter does not arrive, the seized fears, love trembles and harasses her dark memories, the girl says it will not be a mother, broken, broken, wrist, look at her with sadness and even cry for her when she sleeps between nightmares ...
The girl is rebellious, has lost its faith in itself in your body, have taken my soul and she say some wounds caused only necessary to tear the pain of not being able ...
The baby is placed masks, save the worlds of others, was rebuilt from the ashes, close chapters his life and open many more, say at the bottom of their torments still cries, but nobody sees it and she did not allow it ...
The girl believed to be powerful, because he has lied to idea of \u200b\u200btaking in his life, giving to others, give your breath for the stories of others, the baby of a little re-finding, not yet known, but the senses ...
The baby has become a look in the mirror, does not believe that hope has emerged, refuses to believe that the truth is as real as its dreams, the girl discovers she is not alone, the girl has a new soul living her being ... The baby
has eliminated the pain ancestral blown anxieties, has kissed the destination and has regained the faith, the girl smiles and simplicity of his life a world of illusions ...
spontaneously opensThe girl dreams, see her wrists and are alone, nightmares have returned and the socks filled the spaces ...
Love turns to look in the eyes of the baby, the family is built piecemeal, as 9 months of life we \u200b\u200btravel slowly larger and chimeras ...
The girl and a woman, the girl has left wrists wealthy and is prepared to be a mother ...
The time has come, the girl, the woman, the mother ... is at peace and the world smiles for the baby next ...
Published October 19, 2009
Urbana - soyurbana@hotmail.com / / / soyurbana@gmail.com Author: Laura A. Pereyra
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