SMILE OF A CHILD

SMILE OF A CHILD

Cai afternoon ... quiet and calm . And with it the cold ... the cold cloak of shadows . The sky darkens , involving all the shadows in an atmosphere of sadness and vague memories ... It's time the Angelus !
The birds gather up the nests . Men also collect , tired of the daily grind . All are gathered ... And in that instant , thoughts turn to God , a yearning to find a refreshment to the wounds of the soul .
Yes ! From the buzz of big cities to the most remote corners ... from north to south .... from east to west , the man for his mad , mad dash in search of perfection , to render homage to the Blessed Virgin .
The powerful , the humble, the free , the prisoners , the sick , the healthy, happy , those who suffer, render homage , pray your prayer in this sacred time of day .
And also we could not let this moment pass unnoticed . We could not remain indifferent to so called mean .
Yes , this peace , this silence , this quiet , are a call to human consciousness , to look back to the actions of the day . Are a call to prayer, prayer , meditation ...
And so , here we are united with the same thought to ask ... ask the child of our land. Yes ! For the child who is the most beautiful ideals of men :
/ Lady ! It is asking for the child we saw today. The rich and the poor child . The joyful and the sad. That poor child will never suffer the hardships of thirst, hunger, cold! That the rich never forward the sad paths of selfishness . And they never feel the love seat , unsatisfied .
What a happy child ... never cry a tear trembling ever feel pain in their little eyes . And the sad child has more sparkle in her eye ... to come to his lips a smile of perennial happiness, replaced the bitterness of disappointment ... the pain ...
That the child sad child , smile , lady !
How sad a sad child! It's like a flower resection for lack of water.
Do the children smile, lady ! She did not pay , never suffered for sins, the misunderstanding and the indolence of parents .
Do a child smile, lady ! How beautiful , how mean , how important is for our bitter hours , a smile of a child ! Yes , it is like a flower . And how beautiful spring ! ...