Soapy rhymes
Every day the whole world wakes up and washes itself: animals, people, even cars and streets are swept by a flow of water and soap.
Every day the whole world wakes up and washes itself: animals, people, even cars and streets are swept by a flow of water and soap.
Hands are for cheering and for caressing. Hands can be happy or thoughtful. Hands can dance and can cook. Hands are meant for playing, working, stealing, even doing nothing at all.
Night has come. Everybody's sleeping, even animals do. Or so it seems. Some lights are still on and this quiet summer night bustles with people, cats, owls, dogs and tiny details.
A little boy and a bird. A cute mysterious thing that once was there and then no more. What does "no more" mean to a child? This meeting on a balcony becomes a true experience of knowledge.
Many things in life go by. They transform, they go away. Sleep ends. A small wound heals leaving (almost) no scar...
Above any other thing, Michele loves monkeys. He reads in his book that monkeys spend their time reading, dancing, playing, and discovering the world.
After their trip to the beach (In spiaggia, 2017), Susanna Mattiangeli and Vessela Nikolova are back in town to observe the people crowded at the marketplace.
Everything is possible in this book: words sneak into other words making their meanings twist and change.
Summer has arrived, and the ice cream cart with it. There's a flea market in the village square.
Spring is coming. Ina and Jonas want to go play ball in the park; Manfred meets Elke and Lenzo, Susanne darts around on her scooter and someone throws a banana peel in the sidewalk.