"I've always been distracted, it is night and nor had I realized what time it is, or what day it is or when it my birthday, "said the dwarf.
"I know" said the dwarf-always forget even your name, but the good thing is that you are the kindest man in the world. I do not know if it's for your amusement or because you have the heart of great men that knows no hatred or resentment.
"No big deal," said the dwarf, "of course I know that my name is ... is ... ah ... I know ... my name is Fortunato Massi Thomas Silva. It is not that hard, just a matter of remembering the first and others will appear alone. Also, I'm not as good as you paint me, the other day I felt envious when he saw some children grow.
The tiny woman looked at him tenderly, seemed to like him in these situations where he was apparently a tough and cruel.
They met at an Italian circus nine years ago and since then, they were not separated even for one day. Both are wanted with a love so pure, innocent and almost childish. She loved him dearly and he loved her while never forgetting to call her by name.
One Sunday, many people had gone to the circus, and performed his usual small act: walking on a tightrope to five meters high. He seemed distracted, preoccupied, it seemed that this was not the day that he wanted to be.
When there was very little to complete his act, he lost his balance and fell violently. There was a brief silence that ignited hundreds of voices screaming in despair.
The boy, lying face down, mentally counted to twenty and rose as if he had been expelled from a cannon, walked toward the center of the stage and greeted the crowd to wake up the deception. They recalled that the dwarves, they always do stuff like that.
The man had fallen on a foam mattress, especially hidden in the ground, which gave an end to his great performance. They applauded him until he disappeared behind the huge red curtain, dotted with stars.
His companion, as usual, was waiting in the small blue tent and almost ready for the next number in the cage of lions in Africa. Saw him coming and gave the tender smile of the world. FIN
Manuel Urbina
prolector@hotmail.com
"I know" said the dwarf-always forget even your name, but the good thing is that you are the kindest man in the world. I do not know if it's for your amusement or because you have the heart of great men that knows no hatred or resentment.
"No big deal," said the dwarf, "of course I know that my name is ... is ... ah ... I know ... my name is Fortunato Massi Thomas Silva. It is not that hard, just a matter of remembering the first and others will appear alone. Also, I'm not as good as you paint me, the other day I felt envious when he saw some children grow.
The tiny woman looked at him tenderly, seemed to like him in these situations where he was apparently a tough and cruel.
They met at an Italian circus nine years ago and since then, they were not separated even for one day. Both are wanted with a love so pure, innocent and almost childish. She loved him dearly and he loved her while never forgetting to call her by name.
One Sunday, many people had gone to the circus, and performed his usual small act: walking on a tightrope to five meters high. He seemed distracted, preoccupied, it seemed that this was not the day that he wanted to be.
When there was very little to complete his act, he lost his balance and fell violently. There was a brief silence that ignited hundreds of voices screaming in despair.
The boy, lying face down, mentally counted to twenty and rose as if he had been expelled from a cannon, walked toward the center of the stage and greeted the crowd to wake up the deception. They recalled that the dwarves, they always do stuff like that.
The man had fallen on a foam mattress, especially hidden in the ground, which gave an end to his great performance. They applauded him until he disappeared behind the huge red curtain, dotted with stars.
His companion, as usual, was waiting in the small blue tent and almost ready for the next number in the cage of lions in Africa. Saw him coming and gave the tender smile of the world. FIN
Manuel Urbina
prolector@hotmail.com
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