Oh silent toys, big forgotten On store shelves and in old memory drawers, what happened to you? Why don't you go filling our homes with illusion without rumble?
I remember those rag babies who neither had joints, drooling or crying, nor did they need to. Those strollers whose only sound mechanism was rolling on the ground. Board games without batteries, without speakers, without microphones, without recordings.
I feel that this continuous, multiple and varied sound that sounds next to us (the more children there are in the meeting, the more with the newly developed Santa packages), must leave some mark beyond the inevitable beep that remains when we We are going to sleep, finally in silence, as if we came from the disco.
Or worse, the inevitable cantinela that we have recorded in the brain when we can not get rid of that song, phrase or melody of a toy that has been with us throughout the day ... "Very well, you have acegg-ta-do" "Press another te-cla" "Do you want to play with -my-goooo? ... Noooo! I want to sleep! Out, out of me, please, I don't want to dream about you!
I prefer the song that we have left once and a thousand times if we have made the songs, if the laughter of the children resonates instead of sirens, beeps, robot voices and metallic music.
Today that the home appears flooded with sound tracks everywhere, we just wish ... that the batteries run out soon. You are my great longings, dear silent toys, I hope you are more appreciated, you still have a lot of fun, entertainment, dreams, magic and ... peace of mind to bring.
