Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Cruising Spots In Austin

THE GIRL AND THE POETRY OF THE PEACOCK



I have to go more often to the zoo. I often return from Bioparco with stories and anecdotes to tell and share. Some sad (see The Critics' Corner) other very special.
I have a soft and simple story that I hope makes you smile and a little 'surprise.
There 's been this way: I was in front of the hippos with my family when my attention was caught by a mother who watched her child with questioning eyes.
The little girl, maybe four years, stood in front of a beautiful peacock on whispering to her little words indecipherable.
The peacock was walking and the girl followed him, always whispering to her little words still.
At one point I heard what he said: "Come peacock, here I am, I am a woman! - Come peacock, here I am, I am a woman!" What
mysterious phrase, we say so and the mother of the child, with a look to shrink DIY.
And so, as my family, tired of hippos go towards hummingbirds and eagles, I have been listening to the conversation.
"Love, but why do you say to the peacock: come, here I am, I am a woman! ?"
My children were now light years from me, their dad away from me asking for help, imploring, "Come here I am, I am a man" with eyes urgent who needs a hand or children fly off the Cuckoo's Nest ... But I had to hear the answer! Here it is, was there almost! "So the peacock's tail makes me!" He said at last girl.

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