To perpetuate in the child, throughout its development the before existing love for the reading. How to know where it lost itself? How to reencontrar it and to make to unclasp it so vioso as at the beginning of everything? Stranger to look for in the child so little grown, the brightness that before its look radiated, to if coming across with the Book. Object of desire that did not obtain to release; with which it slept hugged and when waking up, it looked then it. What we, while parents and professors, make with this child, who suddenly if distance, without in he explains the reason to them of the rupture of its relationship with the Book, before vital for its development and joy? But, although our questions, we do not get answers of the child. Thus, we go walking as if everything of this form had that to be; without leaning over in them in the questionings, intending to discover the reason of so sad separation. for times we say, in order conforming in them, that it is thing of the age; that it is growing and the interests move; that it has much activity it does not obtain to give account; that the television is the great culprit and thus we go searching varied justifications, to mask our guilt for this situation. But, he will be same that it is thus? What has that to be thus? What is something natural in the course it infantile development? What the occupations of the new century suffocate our child and they do not allow more the pleasure? I oppose to accept! I do not obtain to cross the arms and to dissimulate that it is all good.
I prefer to face my insensibilidade in perceiving, that I am guilty therefore! When, for my account and risk I left, it alone in the walked one of the reading, simply for having it reached the Emancipation of the conventional Reading. How could I abandon it in this walked of relations, when it more I needed my incentive? I showed pra it with my attitude, that the relation that we had while we deliciavamos in them with a book, was conditional and not visceral. If thus it was, never would have end only for it to have conquered the autonomy of the reading, that with all its brightness, would become in dissabor. But, still it has time! We go! Let us search what he is lost. Our child yearns for therefore! We go now, let us catch a book and without any collection, of favour as everything that it in the ones of, offers our child, a love slap-up meal, where it is the guest than more special. Let us not lose time! It will not come back. Our child is, eager there for hearing a simple ones to palavrear: It was a time We go!