Yes, it’s Them!!!; they turn into blue dancing marbles. For you my child, they come for you! They are your joyful watchers; to the beat

“hold on tight my child, tight, tight, very tight”. It’s not the violet velvets, nor the yellow cottons that wrap you softly. “How far is

Sitting in your blue armchair, you are. Staring lost in front of your cup of cold tea. “They say there’s a world of games and

There, in the distance, but not so far away, beautiful melodies; closer, just here in fact, tambourines with yellow and light blue ribbons, do you

Forgotten fragments; they are my “parts” without articulation, in the dark and cold. I take them. With extreme softness, they came to life from another