I’m getting ready to bed but before I’d like to write a few lines here to practice my writing. A moment ago I was telling tales to my daughter to make her to sleep, I told her many tales until she fell asleep, after that I started reading The Happy Prince of Oscar Wilde, as I read it I thought it’s such a beautiful story about compassion and love, the way Wilde tell us that simple facts about sharing our richness with the people that don’t have enough make me cry.
I bet Wilde wrote that story in a symbolic way and I believe I reckoned what the actual meaning is, but as a child tale is a beautiful one.