All have wings, but some, when we oppress and fears problems we pulled off accidentally. Hence we think that we are nothing cronopios and began to imitate other created beings, no matter if they are more or less graceful.
Generally, desalted cronopios we turn to imitate the reputations, and who go looking belly for almost, everywhere. Without wings and afraid, we get belly like them. And plan, trying to fix, no or very little experience, our worlds now, too, still and desalted.
Fortunately many know that, with help, the wings grow back. Help is usually given by a winged pair, which means we were injured, by all or by anyone, for life or death. Understood that we had wings and that is our nature, and knowing that sits on our side, humming, even if we are surly or grumpy and, without wanting wanting, with his little song tells us his dream winged, soft, very low, not to wake quickly. His voice just grows and becomes a song of victory faded when he wakes up behind us, again, the dream that makes us fly.
cronopio.
