THE VOICE

The adult world was long and imprudently pouring lies on the purity of the newly created mind, believing persistently in the vortex of nonsense and living in it. They do not know differently. They are afraid…

That is why they are fostering the lie and with finger in front of the mouth they are calling premonition.

Silence was broken by a gentle voice from corner. Lurking, he waited patiently for his moment. Then he started very slowly and softly and curious become quiet and there was silence.

- Outside, you can hear a life! �" said kid �" There are people outside.

The father rose from the chair while the others looked at the child in astonishment, and went to the window and said:

- There is no people. It's raining and it's gloomy. The night is coming faster in autumn.

- Through the door, below the threshold, I feel the pollen of flowering limes enters. It's morning and not dark. And just dawning. And it's not autumn but it's late spring. �" said boy.

- There’s no morning, son. �" said father with worry, looking briefly at his son and then back to the backyard.

- There it is, behind the gates. Only you can not see. It’s afraid of grown-ups. I will go there and invite the morning to come in.

The kid rans out and returned in a few moments, holding the morning by the hand. Lime smelled even stronger and the joy of the awakened day slipped in the house.