To Joel Buton When he was still a child. When you could already see a little glint, if attentively looking into his eyes. A glint slowly lighting in the darkness. And from that fragile glint, guessing in him, little child, the birth of his great dream. A Lost Little Girl left Her Happy Thought by Federico Parra Drawings Anastasia S. Parra Preface This is a story of courage and changing. A fairy tale, a great adventure, a growth. A nemesis, a social and personal...
