Martha Stewart Wedding Cake Butterfly

Today I saw a child to commit an act of poetry.
The courtyard is visible from my house is completely paved except for two square holes, future deployments of two trees that never arrive, not enough water, or no sun, or simply have not had time to officials trails council to plant seeds. It mattered little child all this. He needed to nurture the two holes, the two gaps that every man must inevitably bear, that is, before birth and death, so I did not stop to collect handfuls of sand in a lot nearby, one in each hand, and like a ritual of initiation they were deposited with the utmost respect for a handful in a hole and another the next. Not content with that, forced his father - a man with broad shoulders and guts encased in a blue polo, concealing his hairy torso and simian-to perform the ritual in the company.
-you dad.
His father understood nothing of all that and merely obeying the boy, not to please but because something told her that her son needed anything, at that time his intuition was conspicuous by its absence but was left to do. And he did. The father figure, the seed, the closest reference sensitive boy that helped him take a step outside the fetus, to deform as a human, that is, to balance the idea of \u200b\u200bnothing, our two nothings, and delve into them, fertilize the soil for two trees at maturity to guide us and give us your support, because we slept in the yellow cobblestones, between, and these pavers are heated by the power of the sun and get burned feet and this burning is good for us push up towards the heights, but burns us pleasure ideas without learning anything. Cultivate the two lands alike, otherwise a sick tree and make us stumble. Deface our animal instinct to delirium by the act of poetry, intuition of as children, and so nothing will prevent us from reaching the clouds and unconditional irrigation.
He soon tired simian fertilize the maturity of the child, and urged him to swing on a table while he could calmly talk about the match yesterday with another bald guy, and when the boy begged for more fertilizer, the father went to the hump and was carried home with the promise of milk and cookies.