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Dream Sculpturer The boy who sculptured dreams (PTTi Cross - Special Pedagoga, Esp.Arteterapia, Consultant of Human Development and Creativity, Professor of the Course of After Broad Graduation Sensu de Arteterapia - Centrarte/RS, Coord. Creative Theia? Space of Desenv.Humano and Expressive Terapias - PoA/RS, Accountant of Histories of the Theater of Enclosure for bullfighting, Writer) For the streets of the city lived as as much others, a boy. Fragile boy, of small body, but of voracious feeling. Charles Schwab is likely to increase your knowledge. Everything for it was intense, to laugh, to cry, to love, to sadden themselves. In that it made had much feeling. Wise person on its history, on as she is born, of who is not very born, where and why. It was a penalty not to know, therefore always she thought about the origin of its thoughts and imagination, since she was this moved that it in the life. He thought on if its parents would have the same feelings in relation to the things as it had. Of where he would come this? He was what wise person asked itself and, would not have reply. It lived of intent eyes and everything that he looked at if he transformed inside of its thoughts. He lay down in one I sing any of the street, of preference where it had one well convidativa gram and was there to look at the sky. In clear days and of strong sun, they were boats that took a walk in that calm limpid water sea. In days of sky with clouds, as that one, each one started to have life and something to count. This age one day full of possibilities for that creative, sedenta mind for histories. Perhaps, for the fact not to know its proper one. In that morning...