My brother, My mirror

Well ... I woke up thinking about him and smiling because from the 20th to the 23rd I exercised my "authority" to him because we were the same age in those days.

I only remember him with a smile because we played a lot. Our conviviality was very joyful because only we knew that we had not become adults. We lived the magic of our childhood. It was like this and will never go out. Our body? We did not even notice because for the soul of a child there is no mirror! Up to that time he had seen me that child who had been hunted by the bush, from the hide walls to the other games, the bare feet and the challenges that launched us without fear. I saw him as my ideal accomplice for all these adventures. This mutual force that filled us with dreams and optimism enabled us to live, overturned obstacles and made most of our dreams come true. Finally, we were immensely happy to do the living as we had dreamed! We stayed even with the joy of living and having lived. Losses? We were always winners in this play - lose - win life. It was always worth it to be by your side, my beloved brother!