dissabte, 26 de juny de 2010

Compte enrere

Falten pocs dies i moltes coses a fer. Però falten pocs dies!

There was a time, in Nowhereland
where the sun shined three times per day
and the moon was so gealous that it did not bright
in the dark night sky behind the mountains.

There was a time, in Nowhereland
where the birds did not sing
they were so sad because their friend had left
they would not try neither to eat.

There was a time, in Nowhereland
where the frogs and the leaves were not green
they were red, they were ashamed
to have failed to their friend who left indeed.

There was a time, in Nowhereland
where the sky was pink and the water green
the sun was purple and the clouds were brown
and the dinosaurs came back to town.