A fourth stripped. Paredes white, spotless, painted on the lime and cement.
With his head resting on one arm, face down and sheltered by cotton sheets, a cronopio sank into reveries.
First, imagine trees, then endowed them with fruit, then imagined birds, painted in colors. Cerrado with eyes delighted in his thoughts.
He fell asleep with a smile.
He slept deeply, at length fell asleep.
In between dreams spent an hour, in between his dreams was two. It was three, became four, spent a little more.
suddenly awoke frightened, a touch soft and rough at the same time he had covered half the body.
Smiling again, he leaned back. His room had no walls, was lush and green. The birds sang and a blanket, tucked it mildly vine.
Cronopios (text and illustration)
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