Cuando el tiempo pase y todos esos sueños se desvanescan, se te escapen entre los dedos como un torrente de agua, cuentame un cuento de hadas, donde los villanos mueran, la niña pobre encuentre su principe azul y sus zapatitos de cristal. Donde las brujas malas obtengan su merecido y los poderosos aprendan a ser humildes. Echame una de esas historias de niños, donde al mentiroso le crece la nariz, y al lobo malo lo mate el cazador. Refina tus abilidades de cuentista, y adapta las historias de chiquillos para que se ajusten a nuestra realidad, y podamos al fin decir: y colorin colorado, este cuento se ha acabado!
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