"Everything in its place," said the grandmother, when at the end of an afternoon of games encouraged us to rearrange the room. I still have a little numb, suspended in midair in the world of imagination along with my dolls, with their dream dresses. "All right," reiterated his grandmother "... And dreams and put them in a drawer." And I went back down to earth, and grew up believing that the place for dreams was a narrow drawer, one of the dresser in the bedroom of my grandmother. Only later I realized that dreams need to breathe, to enjoy the light of day. Dreams need a crutch to stay suspended in midair. Dreams can not finish with his feet on the ground.
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