Cuentos Infantiles

This is the first of a series of stories that will publish and which are versions of stories that he invented to make my children – from five to ten years – go happy to sleep. Sometimes, simple morals that I incorporated to the history I improvise on the fly, and some of them leave me thinking that you would better apply me them myself so, even if a grain of sand does not change the grandeur of the desert; This is the grain of sand that I bring so that other parents simply have a new story to tell their children, or that other adults have a positive idea about which stop to think and he says so many, many years ago, in a village near the Sea lived a peaceful community of people prosperous and happy. Sea sported a blue that is confused with the sky, blowing a fresh breeze that encouraged children to play in the gardens and adults to walk sharing stories the clouds drew a different sky every day, and the rains were soft and always welcome but what was really happy people of the placelo that gave her particular joy to this lost village, it was the beauty of the flowers that grew in each of its corners were called flowers of peace, and were so beautiful, that his simple contemplation was to forget all the problems of those who observed them. Its color was filled with changing hues, its aroma was sparkling and cheerful and they gave off a special light which made it shine as star dust thousands of dwarf bees that flew always around their petals, however, wasn’t always so. There was a time in which are magical flowers only grew within the gardens of the Palace of the King. For generations, the monarchs knew of the power of these flowers and saved them for help in the task of resolving the problems of its people.