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Angel
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Fairytales Series

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by [iris_mihaela ]

2006-08-17  |     | 



PROLOGUE:
#Little angels are born and grown into the pure hearts of the little ones. Only they have the clear minds and souls capable of imagining such immortal beauties that are incapable to live among the preocupied grownups.
When is the last time you played with a toy, read a bad time story or watched a cartoon? Innocence is the most precious gift given to us but it's meant to die at once with knowledge. But this doesn't necessary mean that the child within us should die too.#


This is the story of a little angel created and living on a page into a computer. He has one of the most innocent looks on his face, a pretty smile and big round eyes that glow in two tear-shaped white spots. His nose it's like a candy that just can't wait to start jumping around at a touch of a finger and his hair looks like he had been sitting up side down. His pair-shaped body fountain colored as the sky and his light-blue wings that aim up high let his two little arms show holding a lighted candle meant to bring light to our souls.

Product of my imagination, this quite angel managed to find a place in my heart and caught life. He lives to make me smile and feeds with my happiness. Though static on the white sheet of paper, he is very playful in my mind. Acrobatic in the morning, playing mime at lunch-time and doing magic tricks before I go to bad is just one of the many receipts he uses to distract me from my daily problems.

One day I realized that there was no longer just one angel. He took the liberty of breeding and the outcome was astonishing. They were no more able to live just inside me so they spread into the minds and souls of all people I came in contact with. Right now he is sneaking into you and if you allow him to do that, you will be smiling.

Interesting how this angel managed to do so much. I am grateful to him for enlightening my life and I gladly accept all his attempts to make me remember of the times I used to be a child. Welcome him with opened hands into your life so that you can experience the joy of being a child for at least several minutes a day.

1 aprilie 2005, Constanþa

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