A paper moon, a fading sky.
Evanescent daylight.
Stilled mind opens the gap for a flower hunt.
Accomplished the task, hidden mischief, back home we are.
Now scattered perfumes, melted beauty fills the kitchen´s heart.
Nature´s palette embellishing the table of the newborn night.
Also scissors, tape, cardboard (recycled pizza boxes, actually… pizza always inspired us).
In and out flows our breath.
Harmonious creativity, a silent path.
Suddenly the surprise.
Oh my!
A little king emerges,
precious nature’s jewels adorning his inner sky!
– I love you mom, his petal whispers fall into the fountain of my heart.
…
A new day arrives, get the camera, go outside.
Catch the best of morning light.
Apples, cheese and bread.
A royal breakfast, pure simplicity.
Three little kings sit and chit-chat.
So young, so proud.
Fulfilled, satisfied, I wear my crown.
Ripe dream, let me be a queen.
– Here son, take a picture of mine.
I extend the camera to the older child.
He takes his time, presses the shooter, shows me his art.
There´s no queen to be seen.
That´s only me, a simple smiling mom.
His focus is in my eyes.
– How I love you son, whispering petals fall into the fountain in his heart…
Now, could you let me see a picture of me wearing the crown?
Click.
– There you are, mom. 
