Er zijn mensen die woorden horen als ze letters zien.
Ik hoor muziek.
maandag 18 december 2017
Sometimes I feel myself one with the wind
Following the sound of the birds into the trees.
Once you're on the top of the tree, the wind tickles you.
I laugh so hard that the whole world can hear me.
I don't mind that everybody can here me laugh.
The whole world may know I am so happy.
Because I want to share my happiness around the world.
When the wind is quiet I miss him.
Then I call him back and he listens.
Then I jump from the tree.
I am not scared to fall.
Because I now the wind will catch me.
And then I fly on the back of the wind.