I'm that moth.. and I dared
I'm that moth drawing orbits around the streetlamp..
A cold rain
A faint hollow sound announcing my arrival, a storm rustling in the background, fogged windows of an old warehouse ... a metallic empty pipe, rusty and sinuous, I run through.... drawing transparent trails, fast ... and then dropping down. .. smashing on the ground ... drawing a magnificent crystal flower in the air, going away silently .... I'm a water drop.. from a cold rain..
I'm a tear...
Fragile like an egg...
An egg was sitting beside a fence, watching heavy cows trampling on the ground..
it was feeling so fragile, unable to find a meaning of its existence.. it would have had just to roll in the middle of the yard, and everything would have ended..
then a hen came, looking at the egg compassionately.. "what are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for finding a sense... I feel so useless.. I can't walk, I can't hug... just rolling"... "never forget you are a precious coffer.. there is life within you, you have so much energy, it's just hidden by your eggshell... so thin to seem unable to protect yourself, but at the same time good for letting you to get out of nothingness, you just have to break it.. come here, I will give you a warm hug..." that said, the hen hugged the egg in the warmest way... and a beautiful yellow chick came out by the broken shell singing... and saying "...thank you so much.. thank you!!!..... " and then asking..."why am I yellow?"...
"because yellow is the opposite color to blue... never forget it and never feel blue!"...
The little Mole and the Flower
Some time ago, a small mole was got by the desire to learn more about the outside world, but it was too bright for its eyes only accustomed to dark environments. It was about to give up that big dream, when, surprisingly, a flower, so beautiful, bent just above the entrance of its burrow. In less than a second it could have grasped with strong paws and pull it down, for examining, smelling, knowing it better ... The mole thought for a while '... smiled, caressed the flower and greeted it, thanking for coming. The mole realized picking the flower would have killed it.
The flower was so impressed by that sign of love, the mole gave up its dream in respect for life, so, during the night, it asked the moon to make a spell, and the moon listened ... and gave it the power to show all the beauties on the earth, catching them by its petals and rendering them by its roots, so that even the mole, under the ground, could see them ...