By Isabel Jiménez Romero (Puertollano, Ciudad Real)
say that the Three Wise Men know the wishes of all children, but do you will hear from the children of Darfur? Will his letter to East? Maybe the bags of Their Majesties are already up to the height of toys destined for children who inhabit the rich side of the world and when they get to Darfur, exhausted by the demands of our shoots, just stop in their children's sandals "candies smile" to sweeten the bitterness poverty. Another year, dolls tender, video games, miniature trains, costumes, balloons and robots will flood the homes to bring happiness to our "eyes right" and yet, many of them, when the first piece of the robot is broken, the balloon is deflated or wrist refuses to pee, will be unleashed into tears. This is when parents try all kinds of tricks to so that the little boy is happy. "What ails you, my life? Come on, do not be sad! See that you are the king of the house and just ask for that mouth. Tell me, what do you, darling? ". And boy, fretful, he persists in putting bitter face as if he were with him, scattered his attention to both pileup, sometimes substitutes affection. What we offer Western adults to our children? consumer Perhaps our blindness we forget that the day of Reyes should leave a gap in the shoes to fit a piece of a smile.
say that the Three Wise Men know the wishes of all children, but do you will hear from the children of Darfur? Will his letter to East? Maybe the bags of Their Majesties are already up to the height of toys destined for children who inhabit the rich side of the world and when they get to Darfur, exhausted by the demands of our shoots, just stop in their children's sandals "candies smile" to sweeten the bitterness poverty. Another year, dolls tender, video games, miniature trains, costumes, balloons and robots will flood the homes to bring happiness to our "eyes right" and yet, many of them, when the first piece of the robot is broken, the balloon is deflated or wrist refuses to pee, will be unleashed into tears. This is when parents try all kinds of tricks to so that the little boy is happy. "What ails you, my life? Come on, do not be sad! See that you are the king of the house and just ask for that mouth. Tell me, what do you, darling? ". And boy, fretful, he persists in putting bitter face as if he were with him, scattered his attention to both pileup, sometimes substitutes affection. What we offer Western adults to our children? consumer Perhaps our blindness we forget that the day of Reyes should leave a gap in the shoes to fit a piece of a smile.
