a couple of weeks ago, San Isidro again hold the sole of my All Star I like to walk on Sundays through places like it. You might think, sing and unlike (say) Abancay Avenue, you can breathe.
can also pollute (with apologies to the lungs respective sanisidrinos) and that I intended when I came to Roosevelt Park, one of my favorites not only of the entire district, but in Lima. I sat quiet and took the oath as long as package by sarita be the last, which is good to continue killing you with that friend when you want but you are eating crap years and money. Oh cigarette in my heart.
While steaming to the right and left my eyes fell on the front pew. One type of thirty-three or thirty-four years old Lucio as relaxed as I do with the slight difference that it did not use snuff to be. Rafaella Beside him, a girl of about seven or eight Aprils pink dress and a blond braid head smacking finished what was left of his ice cream cup. He did it with real pleasure, as if it were the latter.
A few steps Matthias, a boy of four or five years, was launched twists and turns and unintelligible exclamations air but delicious. Immersed in that special world, misunderstood and even enviable creates autism, listen-only word that occur in brains pity limited so normal mistakenly believe, but to me is synonymous with honesty, openness, transparency.
Tazio Just beyond, a smurf of two or three years, put all the force that could produce a tricycle to make progress. His huge smile evident that he enjoyed the moment while imitated (like you and me and everybody at that age and in that situation) the sounds of a motorcycle or a car. We all believed at the time that our tricycles were anything but that, tricycles. Rafaella
got up, threw away the packaging of your dessert and went to the barbie bike that had all the appearance of having come into his hands this past Christmas. After several attempts to tame it if it were a horse, (well, a pony), the man of thirty-three or relaxed thirty-four years left to hear his thick and powerful voice: "I told you as you get on, get a attic to keep you up to the level of the bike. " Ignored him, but he was no sooner up, the wobble seemed only the preamble of a trip to face the ground. Closed Eye for an obligatory wink and he was already behind her with his hand on the seat. "Do not worry daughter, do not get nervous, tranqui"
My five senses were no longer divided between the birds, the orange leaves on the ground that I like (and the occasional distraction of four letters) to focus on that parent unconsciously and that daughter.
"Yeah, let's see, pedaling with confidence, little by little.
- Is this right? I'm afraid. "Easy
daughter, I have you, you just pedal.
And yes, he was. Ran with it as if it were his escort, guiding the movement of the two-wheeled vehicle with a face plastic doll in the rear. He ran with her, telling her to keep his eyes straight ahead, he was at his side, to relax. She ran to her saying that everything is in your body, your body where it goes is the bike, you step faster. ran with it saying "nothing happens," we want to see you. " Ran with it, and shouted, ran to her and advised her, ran to her and pushed her, ran to her and let her go.
released her. And kept running to his side as he lied, "I have you, I have you." Rafaella concentration was total until proud heard a voice in his ear "you're doing it alone."
His expression changed in a second and open my eyes after another blink, he was hung by his father's arms while he kissed the cement bicycle. "You have done your own, you see if you can?. Try again. "
did not need to convince her. He got ready to do so. He returned to hold the seat to release meters ahead. "Let's daughter with confidence." still running with it but gradually decreased to allow step forward on their own, "Raffi front view, view front, life must be seen in front. " She followed every tip, every reminder. And he did it and pedaled, and dodged and held back, and crashed ... and cried.
"Hey, no problem, look at me," he said without help her up "Do not cry. As you grow up you will be hardest hit.
left to mourn on the spot and got up without assistance. And without help, up again. And without help began to pedal again, ever faster, ever more secure. "Let's daughter, who manages bicycle can drive cars, planes, everything." The still looking, but also looked at Matthew, who cheered as he jumped as if to offer encouragement to Tazio and kept feeling around the park's owner to clean triciclazo. "Come daughter
you can, you see that if you could?
- Yo Daddy I can! I can do it! Matthias
in ecstasy before she crossed while applauded. She showing off their newly released braking reflexes and went to the floor. You could tell by his face the discomfort, but tried to control as his father approached reassure "hey little girl, quiet, your brother does not understand"
But Matias realized and covered his face with his hands as if mourn Rafaella while and came back up to pedal harder. Dad took off his sunglasses, put them in the head and knelt beside him "Sonny nothing happens. Do not cross, you have to be more careful " stroked his head and removed his hands from her face. "Come on, look at your sister as driving, that!"
There was no fear, was giving a true spectacle. "We Raffi, ten laps!" The completed. "I think it may be fifteen ah." Finished, she shouted: "Dad, I think it may be twenty!"
With the view that even in those three only surpassed his waist, spoke excited about the phone. "He has learned to drive, it has one!". not think I needed to be convinced that the woman of thirty-three or thirty-four across the line was as excited as him. Rafaella
had done in half an hour to what I took me weeks of age, shock, and sent to the devil on my bike. Whenever I saw your smile pass on those wheels in front of me than I did appear with the same enthusiasm. Seeing her proud of herself touched me. View Matthias jumping and cheering her excited me more. See Tazio wanting to emulate the feat of her sister with her two wheels for good measure even more. And seeing her father raise his arms and shouting "this is my champion!" Was the straw that broke my eyes. I cried to see them enjoy this moment. I cried to see the grandparents in the sun smiled wistfully looking at those children. I cried to see how the ice cream and employees who know all the neighborhood children were smiling but also seeing other Sunday. I cried when I realized how spectacular is the life for letting me be part indirectly, magical things as simple as that. Rafaella
When tired, he called the center of the park and was cast in a single embrace with her three children. He did it with strength and gave a kiss on the forehead of each. He leaned the bike over his shoulder, took the tricycle with the other arm and walked behind them as they all ran to his truck. Neither engreía nor put aside. Or yelled or spoke to them as if they were delayed. Pending without being patronized. The was one on one, trust them, and they trusted him. I do not want to have babies, no sir, no joke. But if life ever pulls me your ears and makes me swallow my words, please (for little favor) I want to be like him.
can also pollute (with apologies to the lungs respective sanisidrinos) and that I intended when I came to Roosevelt Park, one of my favorites not only of the entire district, but in Lima. I sat quiet and took the oath as long as package by sarita be the last, which is good to continue killing you with that friend when you want but you are eating crap years and money. Oh cigarette in my heart.
While steaming to the right and left my eyes fell on the front pew. One type of thirty-three or thirty-four years old Lucio as relaxed as I do with the slight difference that it did not use snuff to be. Rafaella Beside him, a girl of about seven or eight Aprils pink dress and a blond braid head smacking finished what was left of his ice cream cup. He did it with real pleasure, as if it were the latter.
A few steps Matthias, a boy of four or five years, was launched twists and turns and unintelligible exclamations air but delicious. Immersed in that special world, misunderstood and even enviable creates autism, listen-only word that occur in brains pity limited so normal mistakenly believe, but to me is synonymous with honesty, openness, transparency.
Tazio Just beyond, a smurf of two or three years, put all the force that could produce a tricycle to make progress. His huge smile evident that he enjoyed the moment while imitated (like you and me and everybody at that age and in that situation) the sounds of a motorcycle or a car. We all believed at the time that our tricycles were anything but that, tricycles. Rafaella
got up, threw away the packaging of your dessert and went to the barbie bike that had all the appearance of having come into his hands this past Christmas. After several attempts to tame it if it were a horse, (well, a pony), the man of thirty-three or relaxed thirty-four years left to hear his thick and powerful voice: "I told you as you get on, get a attic to keep you up to the level of the bike. " Ignored him, but he was no sooner up, the wobble seemed only the preamble of a trip to face the ground. Closed Eye for an obligatory wink and he was already behind her with his hand on the seat. "Do not worry daughter, do not get nervous, tranqui"
My five senses were no longer divided between the birds, the orange leaves on the ground that I like (and the occasional distraction of four letters) to focus on that parent unconsciously and that daughter.
"Yeah, let's see, pedaling with confidence, little by little.
- Is this right? I'm afraid. "Easy
daughter, I have you, you just pedal.
And yes, he was. Ran with it as if it were his escort, guiding the movement of the two-wheeled vehicle with a face plastic doll in the rear. He ran with her, telling her to keep his eyes straight ahead, he was at his side, to relax. She ran to her saying that everything is in your body, your body where it goes is the bike, you step faster. ran with it saying "nothing happens," we want to see you. " Ran with it, and shouted, ran to her and advised her, ran to her and pushed her, ran to her and let her go.
released her. And kept running to his side as he lied, "I have you, I have you." Rafaella concentration was total until proud heard a voice in his ear "you're doing it alone."
His expression changed in a second and open my eyes after another blink, he was hung by his father's arms while he kissed the cement bicycle. "You have done your own, you see if you can?. Try again. "
did not need to convince her. He got ready to do so. He returned to hold the seat to release meters ahead. "Let's daughter with confidence." still running with it but gradually decreased to allow step forward on their own, "Raffi front view, view front, life must be seen in front. " She followed every tip, every reminder. And he did it and pedaled, and dodged and held back, and crashed ... and cried.
"Hey, no problem, look at me," he said without help her up "Do not cry. As you grow up you will be hardest hit.
left to mourn on the spot and got up without assistance. And without help, up again. And without help began to pedal again, ever faster, ever more secure. "Let's daughter, who manages bicycle can drive cars, planes, everything." The still looking, but also looked at Matthew, who cheered as he jumped as if to offer encouragement to Tazio and kept feeling around the park's owner to clean triciclazo. "Come daughter
you can, you see that if you could?
- Yo Daddy I can! I can do it! Matthias
in ecstasy before she crossed while applauded. She showing off their newly released braking reflexes and went to the floor. You could tell by his face the discomfort, but tried to control as his father approached reassure "hey little girl, quiet, your brother does not understand"
But Matias realized and covered his face with his hands as if mourn Rafaella while and came back up to pedal harder. Dad took off his sunglasses, put them in the head and knelt beside him "Sonny nothing happens. Do not cross, you have to be more careful " stroked his head and removed his hands from her face. "Come on, look at your sister as driving, that!"
There was no fear, was giving a true spectacle. "We Raffi, ten laps!" The completed. "I think it may be fifteen ah." Finished, she shouted: "Dad, I think it may be twenty!"
With the view that even in those three only surpassed his waist, spoke excited about the phone. "He has learned to drive, it has one!". not think I needed to be convinced that the woman of thirty-three or thirty-four across the line was as excited as him. Rafaella
had done in half an hour to what I took me weeks of age, shock, and sent to the devil on my bike. Whenever I saw your smile pass on those wheels in front of me than I did appear with the same enthusiasm. Seeing her proud of herself touched me. View Matthias jumping and cheering her excited me more. See Tazio wanting to emulate the feat of her sister with her two wheels for good measure even more. And seeing her father raise his arms and shouting "this is my champion!" Was the straw that broke my eyes. I cried to see them enjoy this moment. I cried to see the grandparents in the sun smiled wistfully looking at those children. I cried to see how the ice cream and employees who know all the neighborhood children were smiling but also seeing other Sunday. I cried when I realized how spectacular is the life for letting me be part indirectly, magical things as simple as that. Rafaella
When tired, he called the center of the park and was cast in a single embrace with her three children. He did it with strength and gave a kiss on the forehead of each. He leaned the bike over his shoulder, took the tricycle with the other arm and walked behind them as they all ran to his truck. Neither engreía nor put aside. Or yelled or spoke to them as if they were delayed. Pending without being patronized. The was one on one, trust them, and they trusted him. I do not want to have babies, no sir, no joke. But if life ever pulls me your ears and makes me swallow my words, please (for little favor) I want to be like him.
