There was once a child whose parents loved him so much, but then, that did not wish to succeed him harm. So they decided to forbid anything that might hurt. They taught him to be kind and gentle, but not taught him love. Because if you want something and you lose it, it is more likely to get hurt. That was how this kid does not love to do anything. Not please anyone. He did not love anything. Child growth
securcute, in the environment that their parents had created for him, friends he had chosen and did what he told them so. The world was boring and emotions that others were words uttered.
One day Sebastian, that was his name, walked through the gardens distracted when she heard a little voice underneath. Looking down he realized he came from a little girl smile and eyes romantic star.
- I can give you a butterfly? She said holding out a box in one hand while holding a flower basketis in the other.
"I guess you can," replied Sebastian. Carefully made wooden box with both hands and thanked him for it. The girl smiled even more and then trotted off to the sound of humming. Sebastian
long stared at the box wondering why the girl had given. He had a very fine carving of a flower logo on the lid. Had no lock, so that could be opened easily. Continued to think a bit more before curiosity won and opened it. Dent
ro pequeñoy found asleep a beautiful being. It was, in effect, what the girl had said, a butterfly.
With his eyes closed and his body seemed shrunken dream as do all children after playing all afternoon in the park. Maybe a girl. Could not be sure because the wings and you tuck him tapaban much of the body. Then closed the box and took her home.
Once in his room, Sebastian looked around to make sure nobody had seen him and closed the door, but did not know why. Then place ó the box on her bed and opened it again. Carefully fastened to the wing and laid on the pillow. So tiny eyes began to open. He raised his head and looked around with a very clueless.
- Is this my new home? Be asked without getting even.
I suppose. This is my room, if you want, you can stay with these words, the butterfly lifted while stare. Now I could see it in its entirety, and actually was a child. A beautiful girl like flowers, bright as the sun.
- And you're goingto care? "I asked with his eyes.
"Sure. My name is Sebastian and you?
"I'm Margarita. But really, I really going to care?
-Si. I'd give you everything you need.
- And love me too?
- Amarte? "Was surprised by such a question.
-Si-fluttered to rest on the palm of Sebastian .- As the legend of lovers who lived in the land of clouds. The princess and the prince of love and joy. Both were so fond of that foundtraron eternal happiness.
- Is that what you need? "Sebastian did not know what to say. All this was very unexpected for him.
-Si. I know since I was a caterpillar-determined and anxious look did not stop harassing Sebastian still not answer the question.
"Well, I think I'll try.
- really, verdacito?
I suppose.
- Do you swear? "Margaret had come flying into the face of Sebastian.
"Yes," came from his lips firmly as long as they do not ask more. CHT
MLXC - Yes! -And the smiles were drawn on the walls of the colors of the rainbow .- Now Where will I sleep?
Sebastian put the box in the Margarita came on a ledge beside his bed. Filled it with cotton to make it more comfortable and butterfly told that from that moment was where I would sleep. He put his hand
ademása one of those lamps that light touch just for quow you feel about it. He seemed flattered that Margarita was so close to him, but was not sure if that was good or how to deal with it.
was not very attentive to what was written on the board. Neither the conversations of their peers who came to their ears. Everything looked gray compared to the joy of a couple of restless waves of colors. But Margarita could not carry to school and could not stay home with her. The studies are important.
the end of classes, she ran into the street thinking about what might lead to Margarita. On birthdays, alwayspre was her mother who chose the gift What can like a butterfly? He thought what he gustaríaa a girl. Butterflies do not wear jewelry or accessories. Nor do I eat chocolate. There are no stores that sell clothes for insects. How difficult.
was about to surrender when he passed a florist. Flores. That could be. Although it seems cruel to start a flower from its stem. Sebastian entered anyway in hopes of finding something. His eyes wandered from glamorous arrangements with ribbons and teddy bears, until he found a few packets at the counter of the storefollow my happiness once you find it. If he did, you could use the desire to return with them.
- Do not you think it's a little late to play with desire? "He said before giving a big yawn.
"It may be late to those who sleep at night, but a star can not be seen during the day.
"You can see your star while still awake. Now save it for tomorrow I have to get up early.
"You're boring. You look like a fungus.
"Well I'm a mushroom with sleep-no matter that you take out the language Margarita .- If you want, the weekend we stayedlate and you tell me the desires poorest.
- Do you promise?
-Fiance. Now go to sleep please.
- Yes! Goodnight fungus.
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daisies had sprung and the butterfly was watching them from the window every morning. Sebastian knew he liked because it reminded him of home. And every time I went down to the little smell was a colorful spectacle. Danced and sang betweenflowers as a diva in concert.
One Saturday morning, Sebastian was looking at Margarita run his act, when out of nowhere we heard a different song coming from nearby. They looked everywhere for those who produce such beautiful music and discovered a bright bird feathers in a nearby tree.
"It's very nice is not it? Admired the boy said.
- Is that bird?
-Si, has a very beautiful plumage.
"But I think it's a little dirty, and their colors do not mix.
"It is very clean, you see? Is shining. AdTANDARDS very different from any other flower. Sebastian orchids figured that if people would be runway models.
With an uncertain smile, the boy paid the bag and ran home. Margarita was silent painting books on the bed. Sebastian sat beside him without saying anything. The butterfly did not say anything. The atmosphere was full of discomfort.
"I brought you something, the small painted stopped and looked at her without smiling.
"I did not ignore you. I do not think that this bird is more beautiful than you, or sing better than you. You are mfriend and i appreciate you, do not want you mad at me.
- What did you bring me? -A coy smile played about the lips of Margarita.
- More seeds? He seemed excited to expand his garden.
-Si. But this time they are no longer margaritas, beautiful flowers now. Are orchids.
-Orchid ...
- Do you like?
"Yes, yes, I like, I really like. They are ... beautiful.
"We can plant them now. It look good in your margaritas.
-No. I har &; Eacute; later. Do not worry "Today I had to move the institute's work?
The two sat at the desk with a stack of books. Margarita and seemed in better spirits but did not laugh as always. Would be expected to calm down at all for the hard time he had spent Or is that still bother? Were the orchid flowers very presumptuous? Did you think that would compete with their margaritas? Maybe tomorrow volveríaa all normal.
~§~§~§~§~§~§~§~§~&face? Sebastian inquired.
"The strange, not even looked at him.
- What do you miss? Inspiration
-A, the most beautiful of my sisters. It was the first to emerge from the chrysalis. It was like a dream. A wonderful dream where flying flowers. He walked through the fields and talked to the trees. Then he told us stories veníay eternal heard of beeches and oaks.
- was she who told you about the lovers who lived in the land of clouds? "She smiled the young.
-Si. Sat &; Iacute; vulnerable to air in that expression of sadness and helplessness. But slowly spread on his lips a faint smile of relief. His eyes radiated warmth. It was beautiful.
The only thing that Sebastian felt at that moment was to protect this helpless creature of all evil "But how? What your parents did to him did not seem the best way. Thanks to them could never know the joy or disappointment. Must be another way But how?
Margaret's eyes stared at him in a way that only they could. One way that besieged him, however, it was impossible to escape them becausebrought as looked at.
"Okay," said the butterfly .- Do not worry about that. Now I feel a little tired. I'm going to bed.
& nbaclla penalty can not see his family. He liked to be with Sebastian, and be able to leave everything for him, but Sebastian would be able to do the same for her?
"Hey Sebastian.
-Dime.
- What do you like most?
"Let me think. I like reading. I like to sit in the jardíny read you. I like it when you tell me your stories. I like to hear you sing.
- Do you like me? -A mischievous smile hiding behind a pair of colorful wings and a ball of stardust.
-PShe might say that what I like to do is be with you.
And ... Do you like me? -A bit of insecurity ran away with the question.
- What do you mean? I like you, you're my best friend What else would think of you?
-Friends. Sure. You're my best friend. We are friends ...
The reluctance to strongly held Margarita's words made him realize something I had not noticed, but was present for a long time. The butterfly was in love with him How do you know what I felt then & ecute n got a jacket and left the room. I was so distracted thinking about his discovery that did not leave. Margarita if you noticed. Had left without saying where or even when. He had not left with him. Had not been fired when he could endure How not to be reciprocated? The truth was that he could not.
next day same thing happened. Sebastian went to school, ate something on the way home and back once he puts his things and went out again without saying anything. He returned late in the evening. Although he did not know qu & eacuyou and to think, much less address the look of her friend. Then evaded. Margarita
knew nothing of what passed for the head of Sebastian, was concerned. In the evening, and with the lights off, she asked if I wanted to hear a bedtime story. He was asleep. The poor butterfly was looking all night because I knew that tomorrow would be impossible.
the fourth day of this routine, Sebastian returned home with the idea of doing something about it. At least talk a little and stop ignoring it. Happened before the seeds bought floreríayred tulips. But the gift would be in vain. The boy opened the door to his room and he could feel something was wrong.
-Margarita "Margarita?
No response. It was not in the bed painting her picture book. It was not in the garden singing to the flowers. There was nowhere. Sebastian looked at the shelf where it lay the lamp that lights the touch and the bed of Margarita. That box that one day he was released without lock. There it was, empty. The butterfly was gone.
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arm.
- Wait! "Begged the boy.
- No more! Not anymore. I can not endure this pain if I will live with him forever, I prefer not having heart.
- What do you mean? La said to face her.
"You have my heart. Now it's yours. I know I'll take care of well-Margarita extended a hand, and it shone a red light enclosed in a glass.
"A person can not live without a heart," replied Sebastian.
I'm not a person I'm a butterfly!
"It would be unfair.
"I want to be my princess of love and live in the land of clouds.
"And I want you to be my prince of joy.
"I think I could. I think I am.
"Kiss me then.
Heaven opened at that moment, leaving aside the rain and the moon illuminate the square. F star
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