A pair of shoes under a chair. A large open window.
The daylight fading away.
If the moon could speak…
… she would tell stories of the night stealthily moving along the
forest, and of a lizard hurrying home for dinner.
Someone whispers a song. The clock goes tick tock. A light is
turned on.
If the moon could speak…
… she would tell stories of stars shining in the sky, and of a fire
burning near a tree.
A father opens a book and leafs through it: a story flows like a
magic carpet.
If the moon could speak…
… she would tell stories of the sand blown by the wind, and of
nomads hidden behind the dunes.
On a bedside table lie a glass, a wooden boat and a starfish.
