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With soft eyes, pale skin, swollen lips and cold hands, that young child held a purple stron between his sweet fingers, when, talking to melancholy to his beloved mother, he looked towards the dark sky, with stars of a thousand colors and bright planets with diamonds in the eyes and melted silver falling.I did not know why he cried, the son of the night, who looked naked when he was dressed in ocher, who was lost, although he was very concentrated because they were answering his question.I still remember how sweet the honey was flowing without stopping by his arms, and because he was still unanswered, my heart, as if it were yesterday ... it hurts a lot, I look at the sunrise and remember it only hurts me more; That despair, those eyes ... hurt a lot.
He was mild and cheerful, timid and comforting, so cute in every way, a love of person, a flower so beautiful. Even if it was silent, he always carried flowers on his head, however ... he was alone. He walked through the forest aimlessly, when he listened to the distance a river, as he let the sound of water pull, he could see on the shore a body, curiosity pushed him and approached ...
- Hello? Are you fine?
And that person's eyes opened.
- You was taking a nap? Sorry to wake it up.
-No, no, I just looked inside me for a while.
- Really?! How you can do it? You can see your blood?
The girl smiled slightly and answered:
-No,I was thinking how I feel . Have you ever thought about how you feel?
-No, I should do it?
-Well... I do not know that either.
-Okey miss, think of you ... but lying on the river bank?
-I feel criticized at this moment ... Child, What have you come? Will you take water?
-No, I'm alone and I have no course, I came because I like to walk, also ... my mother does not love me. My mother does not want to talk to me.
