I have encountered many forms of beauty in my life. The sea at sunset, the reflections of the clouds and leaves, the pages of books, the ancient light of the stars and the no less dazzling light of the moon. But more than anything, I met my daughter's eyes: Mela.
We have to learn from children.
They love without doubting.
They embrace without warning.
They laugh without thinking about it.
They write colorful things on the walls.
They believe in at least 10 impossible dreams.
They don't reach the top drawer,
but they touch the sky with their fingertips.
And when they are entrusted to sleep
it is as if the world has lost some of its lustre
