Perhaps more children that of girls. Maybe we can even find a parallel, which is currently not remember it, but it exists, maybe the dolls or the house where the young women enjoy themselves to stage the reality or the future, so, as they see, or imagine it better, as we dream, so, for boys have erections.
Some stay in those great, simple measure, the disabled, from the little holes rather large and easy to assemble, and others, the engineers of the future, pursue a passion that is expressed in many small pieces to fit, to be assembled.
The children also plays in building something, using pieces of different sizes and colors. Joints. They turn things individually unnecessary pasting them and giving them a greater sense, a new life, useful.
Without knowing it, every child is prepared and what you have learned what life will be.
many small pieces that, viewed individually, seem meaningless, but who, with ingenuity, cunning and luck must be given accommodation, a sense, making the picture much clearer.
Here, the buildings are almost like pointillism. Up close, many specks out of order, from afar, a clarity that speaks without being accompanied by words. As simple as it is beautiful.
Small pieces, small circles of color, such as parts of life. The
picole things, then those that are missing, those in which we could not believe is so important to us, those that apparently did not seem to have anything to say, then, in time, backward, become the most important, those that have had to give importance, what we end up cursing, we, the surface, which fooled by the circumference so infinitesimal, we just wanted to touch, smell and breathe through and then visit us to think that experience helped us to never make mistakes. Children play
assembling these pieces, the ones that are given away, and this can not learn then, the small items, will be earned with hard work, respect, and some nice sweat, why even give the small satisfactions larger. They build
children. Children grow up, together with those forms.
Some are straight and stand up pretty strong, standing.
Other, more like the paintings of Dali, born convulsive, dissolve, soft collapse on themselves, ending up in the dark at the bottom of memory. From
as children use the pieces they have, you know how they will behave in their lives, there are those who use only two colors, there are those who take them at random, but those who first distinguishes them by color, size, teeth or more intuitively, some people choose them because they already had something in his head before starting to build, those that, in future, think before you speak, listen, before responding, observe, before judging, those little ones already, if they did not have a clear idea in his head did not play at all or if they tried, they ended up getting bored.
the contrary those who take and spill the box, grabbing and attack, leaving the hard-working hands go, without wondering what they are doing, and judge at the end of the building, growing, sort it out in the street done, glad to be let go , the other thing, computers will never be able to do. About
first divides the pieces, those who think, accuse, from large, others to be just and rational to be guided by instinct, by hiding in a veil of envy that damned incompetence, so disregarded but so much desired and sought, at least once.
The other, the dissolute, will be those who will have the greatest satisfaction, because nothing was expected, because we had not really thought about, and take tremendous slap in the face, dry wall on the nose, for the same reason.
They will never say anything to others, thinkers, because living is one thing and think another, and second, no time.
Both children have in front of their pieces, and growing, their moments of seemingly insignificant individuals, people like to tie or bind.
Once finished the building, came down the road, to which one will make a piece?
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