Approaching footsteps on the varnished floorboards increasingly lock and lock wax, and runs to hide

From its roof's like looking at life from the top and watch the people go by, imagine as you feel walking in the shoes of everyone who follows his gaze until he reaches the eye and lost by the end of your street .
Fill it curls hair and ragged laughter is the air escapes every laugh, his black eyes illuminate a look as beautiful as she. Scampers ceaselessly from side to side of the roof and loves to dance in the light of the moon and sun. Open your arms crossed and touring nonstop with the neck rearward facing the sky. Inside his head sounds each time the band sound that suits your choreography, the records in memory and reproduce at will in your life.
Today he jumped up, ran to the kitchen for their grain and after brushing your teeth, prostrated himself before the mirror, trying endlessly outfit after outfit entire wardrobe a little one can have. Carefully select shoes and accessories for your hair, love trying on clothes, viewed from every angle of the mirror lock and lock and put faces to each pose.
After the door ajar, monitors in the hallway no one and tiptoed forward against the wall, so quiet it seems that the breeze carries on wings to her mother's room, there he sits with one's coquetry age and playing for hours put necklaces, earrings and rings, the love to fantasize, with thousands of situations that are stored in its memory, moments that television's served on a platter, many evenings in front of him.
Simula put drops of perfume as does his mother at the temples and wrists, unopened vials containing it. After bringing his small upturned nose with exaggerated gestures gestualiza diva, how pleasant aroma rub it on your skin.
Approaching footsteps on the varnished floorboards increasingly lock and lock wax, and runs to hide behind the curtains are heard, does not want the surprise play growing up, does not want to risk punishment, which ends up being not go to fly its roof.
Her stomach full of butterflies that flutter lock and lock unruly whenever peeks above the parapet for your roof and pick who will leave for a walk imagining other lives. Here comes the first!
Far chrome flashing a quick bike crosses his street, at the rear leads fruits impossible balance that perfume the way to his step. Do not hesitate a moment and climbs fascinated imagination. On the back of it and is thrown into the streets selling door to door carrying meats, and out of the water and earth, of hands after and collected each vegetable sprout up to the table. He imagines waving at each door who buys their cargo. Departe with them and gives smiles and winks, also tells the vicissitudes of day and life, and at the end keeps the coins in her purse and a ring-ring metal ring handlebar diaspora continues its daily fruit handing down hill . A beeping sound of a car, low reverie and bicycle alike, lock and lock landing on the pavement mud from your roof.
Outside your door traffic stops a van with flowers and when the march begins it is she who leads. Down the hill and aroma of the cargo is everywhere. Facing a huge house, embossed handmade wooden doors and brass lanterns on either side stops. Surprised and fascinated, supports the hand on the brass knocker which represents a star and opens one of the doors. Behind them a yard like a gigantic hall, impresses. His steps were slow at the same time his jaw drops to the limit, leaving his battered teenager bare teeth.
Notes stunned as sources of water splashing fine threads that draw a symmetrical parabola with the end in the center of the pump, the tinkling noise excites the senses and majestic pots are grouped in the corners are green stay cool and not indifferent. A huge marble table and chairs the basis of forged hall from which the different rooms of the palace are distributed. On her two empty vases await the flower arrangement that carries his van, and embossed silver tray, there is an envelope with the amount of cargo, which awaits once the vases are filled, work and merchandise are cashed . But before you decide to explore the halls and glide running around the corridors cobbled hide mysterious lock and lock and curious, after each column of red travertine, climb the stairs and splashed water jets, runs every place and weaves in his memory stories that dreaming. Without lock and lock realizing it is already on the first floor of the corridor and after seeing