“Every year you go… then you return…”
“What are you hiding in your magic hat this time?”
“How many imaginary rabbits will come out of it to decorate the gardens around me?”
“How many new lies will turn into pigeons fluttering on my curly hair?”
“Why do you go? Why do you come back?”
“Your waiting was beautiful despite its pain.. like a child waiting for the holiday to let the swings carry her far away..”
“But your swing last holiday was motionless like an old mill.”
“I started to fear that its rope would break as I approached the sky, just like every time.”
Why did you come back?
“Despite my age, I still adore magic and colors, I love getting attached to your strange clothes, and I walk behind you to your magical tent to live in another world, then I wake up in the open air and your tent has disappeared. The marks from the fall from your strange swing still hurt, but I forgive quickly when you return to my land with a bigger lie.”
Why did you return?
“You made me big enough to see through the illusion.. this time you won’t drag me into your magic tent... I will be satisfied with the illusion of your existence as I was satisfied with the illusion of your waiting so Until next year Be as I want.”
