Histoires pour les enfants - par ludovic Odier
Once upon a time, little Babe is in her bed and when she closes her eyes to sleep, she can see something very big, slowly moving towards her.
The night has fallen inside her eyes
The night has fallen inside her eyes,... millions of little dots are moving all around.
They are like (sand) small grains of sands, moving in lines, some horizontally, some vertically, some doing zigzags.
They are like the lights of cars in the streets at night
They are like the millions stars of the sky, in Summer in the country side.
They are like a huge fireworks that you can see from far far away and though feel you are so close.
And slowly, it seems that the day is coming. A block of daylight, like a big cloud is pushing darkness and settle down... right there.... in front of Babe's eyes - inside her 2 eyes softly closed together.
There is a bird
There is a bird, and another bird... a dady bird, and another, a mumy bird. They are flying in the day sky. And their flight is like the dance of the stars, Like the grains of sand. They fly across following invisible lines, sometime horizontally from branch to branch, vertically from the nest to the ground and back up again. Or many times they zigzag among branches ... telling each other how much they love each other and how happy they are to have little baby birds waiting in the nest.
And slowly, it seems that the day is coming. A block of daylight, like a big cloud is pushing darkness and settle down... right there.... in front of Babe's eyes - inside her 2 eyes softly closed together.
There is a bird
There is a bird, and another bird... a dady bird, and another, a mumy bird. They are flying in the day sky. And their flight is like the dance of the stars, Like the grains of sand. They fly across following invisible lines, sometime horizontally from branch to branch, vertically from the nest to the ground and back up again. Or many times they zigzag among branches ... telling each other how much they love each other and how happy they are to have little baby birds waiting in the nest.
Then mamy bird, bring a little worm to the babies, then look around, perched on the branch along the nest. She looks right, looks left, she looks up than she looks down… and here she goes down, all the way down the branch, the tree, the forest, meadow, the valley. She flies down to the river, the beautiful river
There is a river
There is a river, a beautiful river, with clear water and blue reflections.
The reflections are blue, light blue and sometime, when the sunlight become bright, the same reflections become blue-green.
Like the grains of sand, like the birds, they go all around, the reflections....some time all the way down the river, vertical to the bottom or sometime along the river bed, in line horizontals or sometime in zigzags following the curves of the river.
Down the river are many stones, some big, some small, like pebbles, turning around gently with the current and like the grains of sand, like the flock of birds, and like the blue and green-blue reflections - they - too - turn around in all directions and they go down, down the river, along with fishes, frogs and mosquitoes
Down the river is the bigger river and further down the sea, the ocean. The big sea with blue reflections, dark blue reflections, sometime green-emerald and darker and darker a bit like the night when it falls and millions, millions of little dots are moving and moving around, like sand grains, like stones, like birds, like millions of stars and a huge fire work far far away.
There are stars, there are planets, there are reflections and the golden sun
