A small worm one day walked into the sun. Very close to the road was a grasshopper.
"Where are you going?" he asked. While walking, the caterpillar said,
I had a dream last night I dreamed that from the tip of the great mountain I looked across the valley. I liked what I saw in my dream and I decided to do it.
Surprised, the grasshopper said as his friend walked away, you must be crazy, how can you reach that "¿place?"
You´re just a caterpillar! A stone is a mountain, a little pool a sea and any body of a barrier.
But the worm was already far away and did not hear, her tiny body is not stopped moving.
Suddenly he heard the voice of a beetle:
Where do you go so hard? Sweating and the worm, said breathlessly: I had a dream and desire to do, climb that mountain and from there to contemplate our world.
The beetle could not stand the laughing , burst out laughing and said: Neither do I, with legs as big, try to do something so ambitious and was lying on the floor laughing while the caterpillar went his way, having already gone a few centimeters.
Similarly, spiders, mole, frog and flower advised our friend to give up, never will not succeed! I said, but inside there was an impulse that compelled him to follow. Already exhausted, weak and dying, decided to stop to rest and build with his latest effort overnight facilities. "I'll be better, " was the last thing you said and died.
All animals in the valley were to look at his remains, there was the wildest animal of the village, was built as his tomb a monument to folly, there was a rough shelter, worthy of one who died for wanting to make an impossible dream.
One morning when the sun shone in a special way, all the animals gathered around what had become a warning to the adventurous. Suddenly they were astonished, that hard shell began to crack and watched in amazement eyes and antenna could not be that of the caterpillar thought dead, little by little, to give them time to recover from the impact, were
out the beautiful rainbow wings that impressi unless they had before them: a butterfly, there was nothing to say, everyone knew what would happen, they would fly to the great mountain and carry out its dream, the dream for which he had lived , Which had died and who had returned to live.
Have we fulfilled our dreams?
"Where are you going?" he asked. While walking, the caterpillar said,
I had a dream last night I dreamed that from the tip of the great mountain I looked across the valley. I liked what I saw in my dream and I decided to do it.
Surprised, the grasshopper said as his friend walked away, you must be crazy, how can you reach that "¿place?"
You´re just a caterpillar! A stone is a mountain, a little pool a sea and any body of a barrier.
But the worm was already far away and did not hear, her tiny body is not stopped moving.
Suddenly he heard the voice of a beetle:
Where do you go so hard? Sweating and the worm, said breathlessly: I had a dream and desire to do, climb that mountain and from there to contemplate our world.
The beetle could not stand the laughing , burst out laughing and said: Neither do I, with legs as big, try to do something so ambitious and was lying on the floor laughing while the caterpillar went his way, having already gone a few centimeters.
Similarly, spiders, mole, frog and flower advised our friend to give up, never will not succeed! I said, but inside there was an impulse that compelled him to follow. Already exhausted, weak and dying, decided to stop to rest and build with his latest effort overnight facilities. "I'll be better, " was the last thing you said and died.
All animals in the valley were to look at his remains, there was the wildest animal of the village, was built as his tomb a monument to folly, there was a rough shelter, worthy of one who died for wanting to make an impossible dream.
One morning when the sun shone in a special way, all the animals gathered around what had become a warning to the adventurous. Suddenly they were astonished, that hard shell began to crack and watched in amazement eyes and antenna could not be that of the caterpillar thought dead, little by little, to give them time to recover from the impact, were
out the beautiful rainbow wings that impressi unless they had before them: a butterfly, there was nothing to say, everyone knew what would happen, they would fly to the great mountain and carry out its dream, the dream for which he had lived , Which had died and who had returned to live.
Have we fulfilled our dreams?
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