is midafternoon and Wendy Darling has been working for some time, absorbed in his work but a familiar sound distracts her, leaves the pen on the table and raises his head, immediately think Tink, I'd swear the sound produced by its wings when hovering, shake his hand slightly to the height of the forehead. Tinkerbell disappeared many years ago, misses, that's all he thinks, can not be here.
you like some tea, it will be good to rest a moment, goes to the kitchen thinking about a cinnamon tea, the afternoon sun coming through the window a soft light scattering, Heat the water to fill the kettle something touches her hair, turns looking up, she is, is Tinkerbell.
Wendy looks distressed, has been a long time and nothing is as it is now an adult and independent and does not expect the arrival of Peter at his window, he left to accompany him to Neverland.
With infinite tenderness Tink invited to sit in the palm of your hand while you explain what you just think, your world was there in the novels that James Matthew Barrie wrote in early 1900, with a fine handkerchief wipes tears from her little friend who cries inconsolably while repeating:
- Wendy, can not be, that's not true, no longer exists. - Tink Settle down and glad that face, "says Wendy - do not exist in real life but we do them every time someone reads the works of Barrie, no matter which child or adult reader, the only condition is to believe in all of us, to abandon prejudices to move into our world, our history is real and in fiction can not be mixed with reason because then disappear.
- Oh, Wendy! - Tink cried - I have to tell you something terrible, they say that you have betrayed Peter ..
Wendy smiles, knows the character of Tinker Bell is a fairy common and growing children, their language is like the ringing of a bell, with pots and kettles arranged powders and can make you fly, but it carefully and This may be spoiled, vindictive, fairies can have more than one feeling at a time but picked up and saved Peter displayed the helpful and friendly and would do anything to defend.
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| Fying Lesson. Arthur Rackham. |
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