The Postman - El cartero
The Postman When he was a child, he always looked forward to the arrival of the postman. Someone sent him, once a week, a drawing with an affectionate dedication. Years passed and the drawings were transformed into true works of art, and the dedications into poems full of feeling. Letters are feelings, so he became a postman. He managed to dedicate his life to bringing illusion to each house. One day he knocked on a door to deliver a letter and a girl opened it. The girl greeted him with a broad smile and said:' -Do you know who I am? The postman was surprised and shook his head. -I am the person who sends you a drawing and a dedication every week. -But, if you are a girl, and I have received those letters for more than thirty years. And the girl said: -I am the feeling, and your eyes see me with the look of the innocence. You see me with the image of when I started sending you letters. And for feeling and innocence, time does not exist. El carte...