El baúl del abuelo Quintas

“I got used to seeing that old chest abandoned in an inac- cessible place of the room and I began to ll it with the dreams of my distant grandfather. I imagined them oating like butter ies on tiny clouds. What could happen if we lift the lid? Would dreams y away? When the decisive moment arrived and I opened it, I was surprised to see in its interior a lot of poems written on birch bark. Would my grandfather’s dreams really be enchanted in the form of verses? Thanks to them I was able to discover a secret palace for my illusions”.