The men once

The men were once those who passed under the balconies , to see a smile every now and then of their loved one,
those who put petrol in the car and ate the whole to see the shadow in the dark, without a glance in return ,
were the ones who went the extra mile after arriving home, and could not have had anything to dream , to love that woman almost imaginary ,
that woman when he heard the noise of the machine was pricked your finger to look up from their embroidery and able to give a smile to her man , secretly, in passing,
men once while struggling with the fathers of their beloved masters , always had a great respect for those figures rough and hard, when passing from the balconies and sometimes crossed eyes was always a challenge ....
The men once after falling in love between the fleeting glance and a smile beneath a balcony , asked for the hand of his love for the father he had always denied physical contact , freedom .
Men of a time before going to work did not go to the bar, went under the balcony as a sort of good morning under the covers,
spent their days dreaming of their own princess, without dialogue is loved , fed by the little that could be.
The men once already had boyfriends family projects , sense of responsibility, and on the balconies already saw their children ....
Today there are more men than once , and you know why?
Why are not there more women on the balconies waiting for ....