Book1:TeDream-Maker

malive，Ibreathe．That’sthesimplestrudimentofjoy.Ienjoydreaming.Thosethousandsuponthousandsofdreamsmayfadeawaywithtime,buttherearealwaysmoretoe．Tome，theyarethepuresthappiness．IfIamonlyamaecreatingexcrement，Iamthehappiestoheworld.”

    Thegrowlingofhisstomachtohisreverieandremindedhimitwasfeedingtime．Fromforceofhabit，hewalkedtowardsthebackdooroftherestaurantwhereMarianowork．Shehadlefttherelongagofordestinationsunknown,butDimitristillfaithfullypatrohegarbagesthere，forhecouldalwaysfiscrapsoffoodtofillhisstomach．Henevereventhoughtofthesmallfortuneinsidehispocket．Monothingtohimandhelivedhislifeashealwaysdid，seeminglynottoknowhowtospendmoney．Havingsatisfiedhishunger，hewalkedovertohisfavoritebenchbythesquarenearhisdwellingandsatdow．Hehadthesatisfaofamissionaplished，apromisefulfilledacarefreeandunhampered．HehadonlytowaitforRichardtoebyahemonightfall．Asnguorovercamehim，heydownandcoveredhisfacewithhishat．Thewarmthofthesun，theessofthebreezesoothedhisrexedbody．Graduallyhisfleshbodyseemedtobeetransparentandinvisible，cealedandbleomixturesofsunshineandbreeze．Heembracedtheunperceivablebuthelessexistingtimeaalongwithiteternally，asifitwasasoft，warmandnakedbeautyinhisdream,andhislifespan,liketime,extendedeverstingly．

    Wheopenedhiseyes,itwasalreadydusk．Thecloudswereextravagantlyspreadoutovertheheavens,illumihesettingsunincolorshtred,goldandpurple．Thespectacursplendorwasstunning．Aflockofbirdsflewontothismagnifitasky．Theirgraceful，rhythematicflyingmotionsaddedyoungaiclifeforcetothequiet,natur