Dear Mr. Crow,
Looking at you on this stormy day, you seem having so much fun!
I see you flying high, up and down, looping, turning...
Looking at you I can feel the topsy turvy mouvement in my own body! This is good.
Please give me some wings. I want to join you.
I want to feel the wind blowing on my feathers.
I want to play with the wind and you.
You seem so free, so light.
Please let me touch the sky with you.
Om Shanti.
ça me fait penser à "Jonathan Livingston le goéland"...et aussi au livre que je lis en ce moment: "Voler!" du moine Jaeyeon (un caneton qui avait au coeur l'espoir de voler un jour...)
ReplyDeleteChere Veronique, je n'ai pas encore eu le temps de regarder tes references mais ca me plait beaucoup. Quelque part je me sens tres caneton:)
ReplyDeleteMerci.