Free Blueprints For Jon Boats

Minas

not remember his name or his face.
either do not remember how I came to this story.
She went in the morning, very early, and stopped at every moment to find out which children played, to join his game to prepare dishes strangers in tiny cups and plates and run and collect the stories of the elderly. He liked spiders
and butterflies.
And the spiders and butterflies were beautiful.
And his laughter was beating the streets.
And every day, went to that hill to walk and observe animals and plants.
To feel the wind.
Nearby, on this street was home.
It happened one day, her feet looked ragged children. And looked into the bald areas. And she saw the skins of old cobblestone. And the big houses and big gardens.
And when streets and maguey are blue, she went to hill walking, but with tears.
To feel the wind.
And the wind was collected and went to her.
ground and filled his eyes to laugh. And he rattled
curls to dance.
Wind It was small, tiny, afraid to ruffle the body of the young.
and reached his eyes.
But she laughed and danced.
She was in tears.
And it was evening.
The girl was crying and the wind had to go.
The wind had an idea: he asked the moon, as she would be there all night, go with the girl until the next day.
to his return.
And so it happened.
Wind and Moon left the girl asked the reason for your tears and sadness.
And the girl spoke.
Earth attracted two tears and moisture scrutinizing himself, decided to intervene.
was something she could do to meet the feet of children, flowers fill the fields, to wet the cracks of old.
And there, at bottom, big houses and big gardens.
And it was leaked to the Earth.
And the sun broke through the rocks.
And the wind came back.
But she was gone. And the wind swept
streets and look for the beautiful girl.
But she was gone.
And the wind turned in the streets, visited the mines, he slipped through San Francisco.
And she was gone. And the Moon
found crawling Wind the streets, overwhelmed.
then decided to tell the Moon. And the wind roared
, dispossessed.
went crazy. And the wind swept
streets and look for the beautiful girl, removed bushes and tree tops, skirts and pulled gate broke.
And she was gone.
And the wind rolled in the streets, dragged to the mines, threw himself into the hills.
And it was. And
born silver.
And still the wind is still searching.
The search.
The search in the petals of the darts.
in the hair. Among the fabrics
skirts. Under
tables covered with tablecloths.
And he picked it up and going.
And it comes and goes. And full of dirt
eyes.
laughs.
Dance.
Wind It is small, tiny, afraid to ruffle the bodies. This introduces
openings for windows in the houses. Shuffle
papers and letters.
And roars.
and tap for Uptown.
And sometimes, just by moving things.
and moans.
Until, tired after days, the dream ends.
But it suffers from insomnia, poor.
who does not remember his name or face.
who does not remember either how he came to this story.
who came in the morning, very early, and stopped at every moment to find out which children played, to join your game, a strange stew stir in tiny cups and saucers.
to run and collect the stories of the elderly.