One day the girl of stature low and black hair as the sky in nights without moon, wakes up of its interminable dream, where the flowers were flowers, and the birds still sang freely. The dream, where the princess could love its prince without spilling for most cutting it of the tears, the pain of the love. To these they made it well dreams. But everything one day has end and it had that to awake itself. The different reality of the dream was cold and brought an overwhelming feeling not to obtain to smile.
The princess now looks at itself in the mirror and saw only the face, still very delicate of one garotinha wounded by the life, with torn clothes and bagunado hair. Its castle if summarized in one casinha of canvases and cardboard done. Its pretty and imponent white horse did not pass of a mere and nojento rat. The reality really is hard with that small florzinha that it grew to each wakening of a dream. It praid every day early, so that it protected it to God and it made with that the day passed fast more, soon to arrive at night and it thus, to be able to enjoy of madnesses of its imagination, in a magic dream where its horse magician could take any place and defend it to it of any danger. When garotinha to sound heard them of the bells in the church being informed to be 6 hours of the afternoon soon went to catch its sheet, that costumava to call bed and its maize done straw pillow to start the fastest possible its trips for the world of the dreams, by the way already was night is not same! Some people costumavam to say that it made everything that to try to forget a little its lasts reality, the life of alone girl, without parents nor friends, that liveed of low of a bridge, dreamed in one day to be a princess with horses and castles, as well as in its dreams. If you would like to know more about ihor kononenko, then click here.