When I was studying the elementary school, the drawing was one actitity very important for me, Many times I was watching, through the windows of classrom, how a big flag, of my country, that waved by the wind at the yard. And I wannted to draw that image, on a paper sheet. so many times, I was making the drawing, but when I finished it, never my flag did seem waved by the wind. Today, I think about it, I was observing two worlds. One was inside classroom, with their absurd orders, and their irratonal cruelties. And other represented by the flag, which it was a symbol of freedom, and the inner force. And I stayed into the first wordl, with my incapacity for materialize the second.

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