Étiquette : ocean

The Little girl with a red shirt was anxious. Since she had recovered the ability to see, hear and speak, the world she was discovering was somewhat different from the one she had anticipated before from the depth of her dark realm. Feeling this emotional pressure, the penguins came to her and laughed about it stating that humans were always depressed when they faced their own misery but that she should not feel concerned since she was wearing a red dress. She noted that there was no link whatsoever between the colour of her hair and the nature of human kind to which the penguins responded by alluding to the size of the moon which was definitively warmer than the length of the little girl’s red scarf. The salamander and the butterfly added that there was no other dream than the smell of a tree while the old man emphasized that each time he was walking on the Ocean surface he was reminded of Hemingway. Although a bit confused, the little girl with a red watch smiled and contemplated the waves which, at that particular moment, looked like a wall of horses.

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The little girl with a red scarf was walking on the water followed by an improbable cohort composed of a crazy old man, a cat previously referred to as a yellow butterfly, a salamander and few penguins. The liquid was solid on the surface but remained somewhat viscous and slimy immediately underneath. They could feel it although they had not real any chance to test it. They felt uneasy walking in this manner on top of the Austrian Ocean but they did not have a choice or did they? The little girl who could not speak, see or hear anything felt very light and happy, smiling and even whistling awkwardly a tune which made no real sense, this was kind of strange. The penguins were grumbling and tried to fly to avoid touching the solid water with their sensible feet they realized that the sky was also of a solid nature. They could not fly through it. They had no other option than walking aside the smiley little girl. The whole party was walking slowly between a solidified sea and a mollified sky. Suddenly, they saw an opening in the sea which had a shape of a square with a door tainted in white with yellowish nuances…

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The little girl with a red sweater, the penguins, a salamander, a butterfly and an old and sad man were packed in a small boat drifting away on the Austrian Ocean on top of what used to be Vienna. The little salamander wanted to get wherever he could admire Piero Della Francesca frescoes while the penguins vaguely remembered that they were in principle aiming at finding where the ice-cap had gone, the butterfly was longing for a cup of tea and the old man did not desire anything but peace which he believed was deeply entrenched at the bottom of this particular Ocean. They could not agree on where to go but had no desire to argue, particularly since they did not understand one another. At one point a penguin noticed that they had no oars nor sails, a fact which was not necessarily a good sign but no one else seemed to register this information. They all watched the sea which was indifferent to their aspirations while the little girl who could not hear, see or feel anything started smiling at the perception of freedom and plenitude which slowly infiltrated her skin and bones.

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