I have always loved fairy tales.They have always had a story, plot, denouement, and of course a happy ending.Nobody told me that they are just for kids so I continued to read them and as I grew older.
Fairy tales have given me a tremendous gift to express my opinion through the story.
Once upon a time lived an old fisherman. He lived alone in an old and dilapidated house in which he was clean and taken care of, although he was very old.All his life he spent living in the same way, he went fishing, selling fish, bought tobacco and bought things for the house, and so over and over again.
His legs were heavy, his vision weakened, could not bind the network, could not bind the hook.But he is decided that his last days of life is not made in that house.He wished only one day to live as he want.
That idea gave him the strength to stand up, to jump to his feet and ran to the city.He had several traders who owed him money, and he went to collect them.With that money he bought a couple of bottles of good wine, food and repaired his boat.
He waited a few days on it and when it was over he went on his last journey.One day in the life he wanted to spend as he wished.Far, far out at sea, as he sipped his wine, and enjoy a few days on the boat, in the deck he is engraved the following sentence
Fill years with life, not life with years.