The Little Blue Riding Alice

Children playing on the ground,
she too wants to have some fun
but feels frozen
frozen in place,
frozen in time.

A boy she likes
on the swing.
She’s a queen
he – a king.

Feels so awkward to say hi,
although it would make her fly.

He‘s just moved to jungle gym,
haven‘t noticed golden beam
radiating from her hands,
spreading them in hope of friends.

The kids started leaving,
one by one
so many faces,
now there was none.

She felt lonely
being alone.
Was it a new feeling?
Not really…no.

Looking at the empty merry-go-round,
her feet sinking underground.

Found a tunnel,
went straight in
the sound of a violin.

At the end an ancient book.
Common closer,
take a look!

Fill the blank pages,
magical words,
flying the darkness,
colorful birds.

Cutting the darkness,
dancing the air,
landing on her arms,
nesting in her hair.

Rapid movements
full of passion,
anger, joy,
distrust, compassion…

Dancing.
Dancing until falling asleep.
Waking up,
taking the leap.

Finding herself
in a giant amusement park.
People leaving,
it‘s getting quite dark.

Somebody looking at her.
The eyes, the spark,
the limousine
casino
let‘s get in!

All that glitter,
all that gold
those who risk,
those who are bold.

Money brings power,
power brings money.
Money is energy.
The password unlocking the key
synergy

Balancing rope.
What are you balancing?
Surrender vs control.

Grab it, hold it,
then release
let it go,
you‘ll feel at ease…

Flying.
Some people see a tunnel
after dying.

A tunnel she saw
and flew straight through
got many answers,
felt the truth,

feels gravity.
Keep levitating!
Longevity.

Staying curious, playful,
as when we were five,
choosing the right playground,
living OUR life

not dreading the stage,
not burying neither sadness,
nor rage…

Choosing our future
by rewriting the past,
understanding the plot,
picking the right cast.

Who‘s ready
to read her script?
Who can decipher
her unique shrift?

Is she ready
to let them in
and merge
without fearing
she might get hurt?

Alice in Wonderland
with a red riding hood
covering her jet blue hair.

Changing shapes,
doesn‘t care,
if it‘s too much…

Anyway, too much of what?
Passing through tunnels
might be her lot,
her gift…

The poeple to whom she decides
to give a lift
will be enriched
after the ride,
feeling more wholesome,
less need to hide.

Daring to come,
come on the stage,
getting outside
of their homemade cage.

Expressing.
Instead of dots and commas
exclamation marks.

The swallows, the blackbirds,
the ravens, the larks.

Flying to her party
clay mugs, density,
drinking slowly,
with intensity.

Becoming less tense,
merging, purging,
feeling safe.

Little Blue Riding Alice.
Where can you find her ?
Right now in Venice.

Tomorrow the carnival
moves to Brazil.
Lots of laughing,
lots of thrill.

She‘s still,
moving with such a grace
what a joy
looking at her face…

Is she dancing,
or is she flying?
So beautiful,
electrifying!

So inspired,
so inspiring…

It‘s getting quite dark.
She whistles
to summon a barque,

to summon the wind,
the way,
keeping the sharks at bay.

Surfing, gliding,
riding the waves,
Little Blue Alice,
taking up her space.