The Voice of the Moon Page #2

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- Here I am, my beauty.|- A raven does not sing.

Where are you

vagabond?

I broke my tail.

Tomorrow night I'll bring you the puree. Good night.

It is raining!

This is how I imagined it: Good Lord riding in a chariot

when a thunder struck.

Such wonder, a storm!

Even as a child, it made me so happy.

My grandma would call me:

''Pinocchio''.

Pinocchio, come home. Cover yourself!

You'll burn your shoes like that, you will be even more Pinocchio!

Pinocchio did not have a real father, did he?

Me neither. Is it mandatory to have one?

You poor thing, you had a father.

I had one.

Even in Good Lord's chariot, I did not see him.

Mom neither.

But he needs to take others for a ride too.

There are so many!

Ah, there.

Have you finished that milk?

Let's go, to bed!

Will the moon come later?

Grandma, this morning I became a poplar.

What a feat.

It is not difficult to become a poplar. It is very natural.

I sat down with him and I asked him:

Poplar, how are you?

He answered me at once.

My feet penetrate the earth, my fingers lengthen,

like roots, all over the place.

I had 4, 10, 100 hands, a blossom in my hair.

I breathed with all my leaves.

It was not the hair anymore, but millions of leaves.

I was high up.

The farm looked so small to me.

And you too. You were small too.

I called you:
Grandma, grandma!

Come down, even the poplars

need sleep.

Did you hear me?

Come Pinocchio.

I need to take a look.

There is nothing under the bed.

Get out of there!

It is so nice here: there are many things.

Fire!

Where are the sparks? Where does the fire go when it dies out.

Like music, where does it go after it is finished?

There are many ideas that came to me.

But they fly away like sparks.

How to stop them, grandma? Are you coming too?

Grandma!

I love to remember! More than to live!

And besides, what is the difference?

I remember how on that night,during that storm,

I wanted to go and see.

Is that you?

It is dark! Fuses have blown!

I have a letter.

It is not from me, but it will make her happy.

I am coming up.

Just a moment.

I will come down.

Come in!

Do you still want to cause us trouble?

Steady!

Take it easy.

You are wet.

Just a little.

Remove that.

Hold it!

A candle.

To get dry.

Let's go up, you said that I am wet.

Just a few seconds.

Let me go!

Give me just 30 seconds. There is no danger!

Go in front me.

Mind the steps!

Sometimes, in my dreams,

I climb up stairs all night.

Don't let me fall!

And now, thanks to you, I really climbed it.

But don't you like me at least a little bit?

I like you a lot.

I feel more than sympathy, I am attracted to you.

I will be back right away.

I see a door.

Stop!

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