\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Falla noiosa>>, the recommendations every night , \u0026lt;\u0026lt;più boring otherwise can not funziona>>. And Daughter, warm and accommodating in his flannel pajamas white hearts pink, nodding his head. But his bedtime stories that I asked her to tell me, sure (one Paraculo true) that if she had to invent for I would have yielded better results in terms of creative development, language training and rapid fall asleep, often had that flash of pathos who kept alive his attention for too long compared to what I want to engage in ritual evening.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;There was once a very poor bat named Rolando. He was very poor because ... because ... mmm>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Perché had lost everything casinò>> I suggested, repenting immediately because such an idea was undoubtedly exaggerated adrenaline.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What casinò?> What is the> daughter asked
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A wonderful place full of lights and sounds-dlin, dlin dlin-voices-and-rienevaplu the sciesonfe-where you put the tokens (called chips and buy with money) on a table that says 1, 2, 3, 4 to 36. Then there is a wheel full of so many numbers from 1 to 36 plus zero and double zero running. Above us running the ball: If the ball stops when it falls on the number 24 on bets that the mother wins many tokens ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Okay 'then there was once a bat named Roland who was very poor because ... mmmm ... because he lost everything he had at the casino there Mmm ... bet on the 24 ... So one day he decided to go for the world to seek his fortune: he took the bus ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Scusa but bats do not take l'autobus>>, interrupted I deformation for my reporter, who must at all costs faithfully report the facts. But even in this case I regretted either because a discussion would distract the child from drowsiness that precedes sleep, or because for the sake of justice it is true that bats do not get on the tram going to seek his fortune is certain that they do not become poor because they have developed a dependency gambling.
\u0026lt;dai, scusa, 'No I sbagliata, your bat sì, takes l'autobus, force racconta…>>
But at this point she was already asleep, or pretended because a child had a very practical sense and did not like to be dragged into issues in an unstable balance between the paradox, the philosophical the existential ethology.
And so, unfortunately, a wide range of incipit is what I have left of fairy tales invented daughter to fall asleep, because of bad luck / good fortune to have a mother of 20 years (and 20 years, as he sings Guccini in his mythical Eskimo, you can be happy and full of ideals of course, but also "really stupid" and I was exactly at all).
No Fairytale daughter has ever been built from the ground or has an ending. I think it would be a nice gift for her baby if there rimettesse hand and complete, in writing. For my part I do not put more beak and wait to read with the same anxiety with which the look out for the next anthology of short stories of Allende.
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