On one of those nights where small drops fall from the sky, a small one is born where its hope is tied to the consolation of its mother whose main objective is to protect her ...
As the days go by and many drops have fallen from the sky, she grows but her hope changes constantly with her size, she clings to the idea of growing up and being as much as many wished, that girl and her games.
The time passed very quickly and all his dreams were fading with pain and sadness, everyone is pushing saying; girl! this and that, I was emptying her heart, since nobody took her hand and told the girl I'm here for you, do not worry.
Despite his sadness, he saw a train called Valentia pass by and decides to mount and convert his sadness into strength to continue having an open window at the end of the corridor ...
But there is always a but, every time I looked at his side and saw the deep void that moved and almost fell from the train, loneliness is a heavy suitcase to carry, tied the hands to the train and with the strength of its interior. she decides to fight. Time passes and her worn hands decide to let him go and although she moved in his way, I look at her side and that's what she saw, nothing! this girl suffers a lot is tired, the girl feels something, is the scourge of indifference It's just that they just push her. They do not know about this girl's pain.
She is no longer a girl physically, but her soul does not advance in age, although she feels a lot of pain and is capable of loving. Many of those who see that the girl is growing, look at her differently and she can decide alone because she is alone.
She looks into his eyes and feels that she could fly even without wings, she saw him go to the train, which is called love and ticket in her hands she decides to the girl she wants to feel.
It is different to walk, but always look behind them, look at them, remind them that you can not continue this journey and you decide to go down.
There is a different train called friendship and a ticket for your new ride a girl and many opinions the best that she decides to take and the train of love will always look back.
She asks if my life and that of all people should be like that; They accompany you and your bad walk or the train of love plus my loneliness ?.