A group of well-known artists in the museum area in the audience's presence created their works, so I went to the museum to look at this cultural event. Going behind the museum building I noticed a lot of paper, paint, broken brushes, half-completed work and other rubbish which artists rejected during his creative process. At that moment I heard a rustle behind piles of waste art. Much to my surprise, my teacher, magician Cirilo Bum, pulling the used papers, sketches and other other unfinished works that artists are thrown.
- What are you doing here? I asked him.
Wizard Cirilo Bum found some discarded pen and put it in his pocket so it starts quickly move away, carrying a few sheets of paper under his arm.
- Come on after me - call me.
I reached him just at the end of town and we sat on the bench. The branches of a tree towered above us like a hand that protect us.
Cirilo Bum stretched a piece of paper and happily exclaimed - Excellent! So many creatures are waiting to be born! etc....
