The children are truily precious jewels who arrive
in them. Some rude rocks stop stonecutting,
others already leaving to perceive the fine work of
the goldsmithery of the times, the stonecutting of
some lives. How many of us we apercebemos in
them of such wealth? Quanta time we prefer
illusions of the world to be with our small ones?
How many times we prefer to place us before
television, allowing that the years if succeed and
our preciosidades grows without the care and the
affection that they need! E will have something
more precious of what the smile of a child? Of
one I hug generous? Of its caresses with
mãozinhas tepid in our faces? Let us take care of
to our small ones, rare jewels that God trusted in
them for brief time. Not let us lose chances to be
with them, of sentiz them, to love them. Because
of all the treasures of the Universe, love is most
valuable and lasting.