When the night is heavy, when clouds bump into darkness, the moon is your beaken, your friend. Ssst, the moonflower unfolds her petals, the magic flower of reflection. Sssst, be very quiet now, she only blossoms when you sleep.
When I walk with my nose in the air, pretending I am a queen, my dog threads calmly beside me. We operate as a team. Such a smooth walk gives me a triumphant feeling.
Years ago I made a story about a boy who is recovering from an illness. He is weak and bored, doesn't want to play, doesn't want to smile, but his mom pulls him out of that sulky attitude by engaging him in an adventure with self made sock puppets.
We humans, we are so ingenious we make machines to produce products we think we need But our inventions are no novelty's Nature turns her wheels for ages and ages This for example is a wormfactory
Little Louisa is never lonely she feels safe in dark and speedy circumstances She has a friend a hairy beary soulmate sort of type He is always there as a reflection on the water His name is Ralf the Shark!
Some beards are pricky Some beards are sticky Some beards are white and grey They harbour an ocean that invites you to make a voyage You encounter a storm and can get lost But you are safed You find a deserted island where you party in Hawaian skirts You learn that it is best to go with the flow because this beard is so soft that you can float without end.