Darkness is the only option for many, and there, even at the cost of invention, you must find the light. I have always believed that the soul lies the true strength of men, and soul regardless of age. Sunday morning, like every weekend I accompanied my nephew to the park in front of the house. I would like to bring in the most beautiful places, but I'm old and tired. After all, he does not count for much beauty. My nephew Mark is blind from birth, good for him is what causes the emotions. Today is eleven, and see him there, he would like to put my coat on its own but can not, it hurts. He takes his staff posed by the door, greets everyone with a smile. Sometimes I wonder if he has consciousness that is always smiling. I've stopped doing it for years. It occurs to me that only a few are granted, I intend to smile, to children, to love before the inevitable pain of fools.
go down the street, cross the road and take the driveway. The park is small, ideal for children and unleash the dogs. Behind us, three large poplars separate us from the road, and two plum trees provide shade in a bench-lined the driveway that crosses the park. A hedge undressed the fenced area. We come here because it is convenient and safe. We just want to get some 'of the sun, and that is the same everywhere.
morning Mark is more cheerful than usual. All around, children's voices attract his attention, but he knows that will not go away from them, at least alone. It's amazing how conscientious. Then I pull all the forces contained in exile with his right arm, while with his left hand is waving the stick in front of him.
- Come on, let's grandfather, is already late.
- Slow down, you know that I can not run.
Should I be just me not being able to run. We stop in two lime trees in the middle a flower bed. Marco laying his stick against a tree and runs off chasing the voices of senior children. He has the smile of someone who sees a loved one after years of sincere joy in order to wait. The sun completes its efforts to flood the eyes, but Marco's eyelids are tightened. The darkness remains dark if light can not see, but the darkness becomes light if you know to see light. Mark has it, Mark has a force capable of changing the world around him. He pushes his legs facing each other chasing the other items, open mouth to breathe faster and get right before they all disappear and end. I stand looking at him leaning against a tree, my back hurts, I'm tired. I think of my nephew, to the fact probably undergoes another disappointment. Mark can not see when the race reaches its destination, but can it feel, rather than by the voices of children, but from their silence, spontaneous result in seeing a different person. The children fall silent at the sight of Mark, who comes forward with outstretched arms looking for someone, smiling, as love. I do not know if it will ever know the love for a woman, I do not know if there will never be a woman willing to love him. To stand by him must accept a number of circumstances, sacrifice, compromise with yourself.
Marco approaches a child, touching his face, asked him what it's called but the other does not respond, he asks that they are doing, but everyone is silent. Suddenly the child takes a step back and then running away from the others. Mark hears the sound of footsteps and voices which take away the joy of their games away from him, from different. Marco still tends his arms forward, but can not find anyone. Love is too often followed by despair.
- Grandpa.
has closed a sea of \u200b\u200btears in the throat.
- I'm here.
go toward him, he runs toward me, he stumbles on a step, falling, crying. He scratched his hands.
- Get up it's nothing, you're just a little 'dirty.
Mark gets up on its own without saying a word, blows on his hands, hugged me, sobbing.
- Why no wants to play with me.
- Why men are afraid of those who are different.
- It's not fair, however, all are different from me but I'm afraid of them mica.
What can I say?
- Because you're special. Come back home.
We walk to the lindens to get our things, but all of a sudden Marco stops and sits down to earth. He says he wants to play at least a bit 'before you go, says we can have fun without the other children. I do not know what to do, rest in silence. I realize that waiting for my reply, but I remain silent. He lowers his head, sighs, gets up and walks alone.
- Marco wait, do not run.
not listen to me and I understand that now my job is to entertain my nephew, I, I settant'otto years and I no longer laugh.
- Okay, inventiamoci a game.
Marco turns suddenly, smiles, runs towards me and grabs me by the sleeve. He says he wants to collect stones to throw into the fountain. Humor him and we come together under the lime trees. She explains the meaning of the game. I think I did not understand it very well, since that would fill the fountain with stones in order to let all the water. While talking to me touches my face, and I hear his soft hands on my skin dried up, I hear him spring after the winter, the sprouts of hope reborn. Marco has a strength that I have not seen anywhere else. He asks me to bring it to the path of gravel. Come on, I put behind him and help him to fall by putting his hands under his arms to direct his fingers towards the larger stones. Grit your teeth for the terrible pangs in the back, but Mark's ride, and I do not need anything more. Let's go to the fountain in front, we run the stones in and laugh for a few sketches that wet coats.
least I hope that this love will never know the desperation of the end.
go down the street, cross the road and take the driveway. The park is small, ideal for children and unleash the dogs. Behind us, three large poplars separate us from the road, and two plum trees provide shade in a bench-lined the driveway that crosses the park. A hedge undressed the fenced area. We come here because it is convenient and safe. We just want to get some 'of the sun, and that is the same everywhere.
morning Mark is more cheerful than usual. All around, children's voices attract his attention, but he knows that will not go away from them, at least alone. It's amazing how conscientious. Then I pull all the forces contained in exile with his right arm, while with his left hand is waving the stick in front of him.
- Come on, let's grandfather, is already late.
- Slow down, you know that I can not run.
Should I be just me not being able to run. We stop in two lime trees in the middle a flower bed. Marco laying his stick against a tree and runs off chasing the voices of senior children. He has the smile of someone who sees a loved one after years of sincere joy in order to wait. The sun completes its efforts to flood the eyes, but Marco's eyelids are tightened. The darkness remains dark if light can not see, but the darkness becomes light if you know to see light. Mark has it, Mark has a force capable of changing the world around him. He pushes his legs facing each other chasing the other items, open mouth to breathe faster and get right before they all disappear and end. I stand looking at him leaning against a tree, my back hurts, I'm tired. I think of my nephew, to the fact probably undergoes another disappointment. Mark can not see when the race reaches its destination, but can it feel, rather than by the voices of children, but from their silence, spontaneous result in seeing a different person. The children fall silent at the sight of Mark, who comes forward with outstretched arms looking for someone, smiling, as love. I do not know if it will ever know the love for a woman, I do not know if there will never be a woman willing to love him. To stand by him must accept a number of circumstances, sacrifice, compromise with yourself.
Marco approaches a child, touching his face, asked him what it's called but the other does not respond, he asks that they are doing, but everyone is silent. Suddenly the child takes a step back and then running away from the others. Mark hears the sound of footsteps and voices which take away the joy of their games away from him, from different. Marco still tends his arms forward, but can not find anyone. Love is too often followed by despair.
- Grandpa.
has closed a sea of \u200b\u200btears in the throat.
- I'm here.
go toward him, he runs toward me, he stumbles on a step, falling, crying. He scratched his hands.
- Get up it's nothing, you're just a little 'dirty.
Mark gets up on its own without saying a word, blows on his hands, hugged me, sobbing.
- Why no wants to play with me.
- Why men are afraid of those who are different.
- It's not fair, however, all are different from me but I'm afraid of them mica.
What can I say?
- Because you're special. Come back home.
We walk to the lindens to get our things, but all of a sudden Marco stops and sits down to earth. He says he wants to play at least a bit 'before you go, says we can have fun without the other children. I do not know what to do, rest in silence. I realize that waiting for my reply, but I remain silent. He lowers his head, sighs, gets up and walks alone.
- Marco wait, do not run.
not listen to me and I understand that now my job is to entertain my nephew, I, I settant'otto years and I no longer laugh.
- Okay, inventiamoci a game.
Marco turns suddenly, smiles, runs towards me and grabs me by the sleeve. He says he wants to collect stones to throw into the fountain. Humor him and we come together under the lime trees. She explains the meaning of the game. I think I did not understand it very well, since that would fill the fountain with stones in order to let all the water. While talking to me touches my face, and I hear his soft hands on my skin dried up, I hear him spring after the winter, the sprouts of hope reborn. Marco has a strength that I have not seen anywhere else. He asks me to bring it to the path of gravel. Come on, I put behind him and help him to fall by putting his hands under his arms to direct his fingers towards the larger stones. Grit your teeth for the terrible pangs in the back, but Mark's ride, and I do not need anything more. Let's go to the fountain in front, we run the stones in and laugh for a few sketches that wet coats.
least I hope that this love will never know the desperation of the end.
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