Come on, I can't resist and Let's Go with my
little contribution:
The child is missing. He who plays, laughs,
flies in Peter Pan's kingdom. The one
who believes in the given word. The one who
says, "This is where we play. It seems like I'm
the bad guy and you're the good guy" and"Stop.
Now I'm not playing anymore! "He for whom friendship
and love do not equal problems and
lies. The one who cries without shame and
laughs as soon as his tears are dry. The one
who looks at the rain and thinks "The sky is
crying". The one who shouts: "When I grow
up, I'll be Tarzan and I'll save everyone
! "The one who meets a
crying child and, so as not to cry with him,
runs to kiss him and say to him: "I have
candy, do you want some? "He for whom the
morning is a source of joy. The one who to
the question "Who would you like to be? "
Answers "Me".
To this one we said: "Shut up and walk
straight". To this one we learned "Be
strong, don't cry". To this one we
taught "Less loud, you'll get
noticed". To this one we showed "Oh
shit, it's raining". To this one we
asked "What do you plan to do with your
future? "To this one we confided "
I would like to be... another, rich and
famous". To this one...
The child listened, learned, looked, answered
and in Turn entrusted. His back arched.
His voice choked. Her laughter was
discreet. And his view was limited to the
foreground. All it took was a mirror. A
mirror where the foreground was him.
Vaulted, with a watery look, a wrinkled mouth
. And a little voice came up, "
Who are you? I don't recognize you. You
wanted to be Tarzan. You knew how to make me
laugh. I felt life in your veins,
in your flesh and skin. Now you're
scaring me. I don't know who you are, but I
know I don't want to be you! "Then
the child stood up, forced his mouth
to laugh and said,"When I grow up, I'll
be Tarzan! " <img
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