ENGLISH VERSION: «Once upon a time»
It was once a girl is born in the bosom of a family whose most prized possession were collections of short stories and countless stories. There were only three years old when I read its opening lines and four when she wrote them. She dreamed of being the star of their precious stories and in their daily chores mixed and mingled with his dreams. Learned to escape your problems evading, deepening the characters in his stories. It had shared the life of those and flew and knew the most distant countries, the most intense moments. When escape was assured that was not the solution she decided to start their own travel to enable and which was the legend, the maturity of his own person. He traveled countries in all continents looking for a prince came to the conclusion of the argument did not know why the stories do not exist. The possibility that the first story of the world to write someone who lived his. Despite this, always the possibility that one might not exist and the idea was only a dreamer, a person’s mind flying higher than the others and the world to her, he was small, and so I think other underworld which complete its compliance with himself. Much philosophy! Would he find the answer? He asked … She was always happy travelers, meeting people dressed up as princes, illusion and not listening carefully to your soul that made her smile thinking that all present could hear the same voice that she, who gave that moment a perfect moment.
In those few seconds advantage to answer his own … and is that stories exist until the last day of his life, he proved otherwise …