I thought about the life and the past and the aspirations of childhood and adolescence.
To the world we read in books. These worlds had bad children and had good kids. Their liars and nose, the angels had wings was recognizable, thieves black masks and the rest of the people who were all recognizable, even miles away.
But the real world, our world is so different, they are thieves with the wings, and maybe not! Angels with a black mask or an angel is actually real!
Whatever you lie, your nose do not grow up!
How can we distinguish between a friend and an enemy … good and bad … ugly and beautiful?
This is a very difficult task and everyone is involved in this world.
We hit the others, and we have to hit some of us sometimes, until we break and break! Why
we walked and walked , till we find a way , a way to the our good story! the little childhood dreams.