When
boy modeled clay
mud and it carved
wood under his/her views Apple tree a
famous sculptor in the city and my neighbor there in the town and that he told me that he ran artist''s blood in my veins. I wanted to be famous to be recognized in the streets by the fans didn''t want to wake up all of the mornings in the line of the strangers. But the roguish destiny like him only tied me a knot and it changed my road because it thought I was not one more boy and more it could not be alone then I married and I created family. But to sustain the wife, a son and a daughter I strayed of the trail that would take me to the stardom. The fact is that in that way left aside the mud and the wood and I went to work at a car workshop. Today I am a craft tinker and as restoring of old automobile I already appeared to in the magazine. However youth''s dream is still an objective, he/she still didn''t die and this lives in my mind. A little different it is true because the sculpture no longer he/she has to do anything else with me, my goal is other and in spite of not to have culture and not to be a poet, not to be any Guimarães Rosa and not to know to do love poetry nor verse and prose will still put my name in the history as writer and I will be finally a famous person.
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