recordando el primer mes de mi princesa.

Among the streets lit by the sun you could hear the magic game of thin bells. With small legs and a bit of clumsy steps leaning against the limitless and unlimited distance, the child approaches his mother ... Another small effort, and will find himself in the sweet embrace of his own beloved person. With inexhaustible joy, he hugs her with his hands, curls up, kisses his thick lips ... At this moment, the mother feels the breath of an angel full of thousands of crystal sounds that permeate the entire nature of her mother. And nothing else in the world matters ...