11°– On the playground


Why do the children always have to tidy up their room for the night?
Sometimes it is creativity to leave it like it is.

Eight years ago
walking by the past
seeing a fairy tale sleeping

In the middle of the woods
in the middle of a capital
calm and unexpected

Hearing the children still running around laughing
waiting for some music
waiting for some wind to turn the big wheel again.

The big wheel keeps on turning:


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