The luck has left the lucky

You know how fairy tales begin

One never loses, they all win.

The sky was blue, the grass was green

Best day in June you've ever seen,

As I was walking through the woods,

Bringing my fairy friend some goods,

Down the path I always take, 

Next to the beautiful blue lake

What do I see in front of me?

Holding his elbow on one knee,

Up on the rock, a little man

Who looked a lot like Peter Pan

He seemed so lost, he looked so sad, 

He made me feel so very bad!

He was not young, his hair was white, 

His clothes were poor and way too tight!

„Hey little man, what's wrong with you?

Did you get lost? What can I do?

Don't feel ashamed to say what's wrong

For I cannot stay with you too long"

"Oh milady, you're too kind, 

There's simply so much on my mind

I lost my lucky charm last week, 

Since then I cannot stop but seek

Without it I'm no good, you see, 

For it has always been with me"

"I'm sorry for your loss my friend,

If you need help, one hand I'll lend

Although I don't agree with you, 

One man's luck you can't pursue

There is no charm to bring ones' luck

When one not luck is bound to strike

Sometimes no matter what we do, 

We lose our luck, and so did you"

 "Well milady, you must be right

I know with luck one cannot fight, 

It comes; it goes; sometimes for good

If I could beg for it, I would.

Sometimes I cannot simply show,

Although deep down inside, I know, 

I am the same today like then 

I'll always stay an old wise man"

That's what he said, the wise old gnome,

So he thanked me and went home

His luck came back next day I've heard

‘cause he had patience, as reward.

So when it comes to luck, dear friends,

One cannot simply stretch its ends

How to love a giraffe

Those who say that they know giraffes must be wrong. I don't think giraffes can ever be resumed, not even in one million phrases. They change constantly and their personality is different in any moment you meet them. I used to get mad at first, because all the time when I met one giraffe and I was really friendly and polite with the long necked creature, suddenly a very rude answer came along: 

"And they say that the air I'm breathing has less oxygen! Look at you, your head is even above mine, you're up in the clouds!"

"Just because you don't understand what I'm trying to say that doesn't mean that there's something wrong with what I'm saying! You giraffes, you think you know everything!" I said, looking at her huge legs.

"Of course we do! All the words spoken on this planet come to our ears. Our ears are above you all and that's why we're special, for we know everything. Besides, we have the strongest heart and we love more than you ever will."

„Then why are you so rude? Where I come from everybody's nice and polite."

„Oh, I’m sorry about that. It’s not rudeness; it's just that I am in a really big hurry. You see, Dina the zebra, is about to give birth and I must bring her some fresh grass. You take everything too personal! Now step aside, for I have to run and the wind is blowing in my face!"

And the giant started to run, totally disorganized, chaotic, throwing her huge legs on the grass and singing a song with her almost soprano like voice. As she started to run, I could feel the earth moving under my legs. I couldn't even see her face the whole time she spoke to me, for she was really tall.

Our encounters have the same pattern every time and no matter how hard I try, I’m never prepared for them. She always leaves me without a line and I always stand there dazzled watching her leave, thinking about what she has just said. The giraffes I know are all like that for this is their charm, they have the strongest heart and they love more than we ever will.

Before butterflies they were all maggots

We've lost the power to believe that sometimes a really ugly and most disgusting thing can be the beginning of something spectacular. We don't believe in happy endings or happiness anymore. And when we do this, when we stop believing, we begin to grow old. The mermaids in the sky disappear and the rainbows start to fade, slowly being absorbed in the background. Sometimes the mermaids leave my kingdom without any notice and I don’t even realize they’ve left. And when I do, no matter how hard I look, I cannot find them. Although a part of me knows they are not here, I keep on looking, hoping that my luck has changed and I will succeed. 
"They must be hiding around here somewhere!" I say to myself with tears in my eyes. But then I get really sad and start to feel lonely. For days I stay in the library trying to read a very boring adventure novel. Secretly I am hoping that one of the mermaids will come knocking at my window.

"Anytime now, anytime! They will come and we will play again"

 Days go by and the sky is gray. The clouds move really fast barely changing their shape. They seem somehow disappointed too, for the mermaids always caressed and gave them a shape. The most depressing image is the old oak in front of the castle. It has no leaves, not even one! He sits there sad, ashamed and resigned wondering, just like me, if better days will ever come in this kingdom. I cannot help him, for my powers are too weak without their game. I want to hug him and tell him how sorry I am and that I know that he’s the most amazing oak in the whole world.

They say that if something is bound to happen, it will happen anyway. A miracle is like a falling star. You never know if it's an accident or the result of complicated mathematical equations. Every now and then I have the honor to face a miracle. Maybe for you it's not much, one person might not even see it. A little mermaid comes at my window. She's small, not young, for they have no age, red haired, with an emerald colored tail and big blue eyes. She knocks impatiently wiggling her tail and waving her little hands. She tells me to go outside for all the other mermaids came back from their journey with gifts for me. They are waiting above the forest. I must hurry! Later on we will play the mermaid game. We will play today and tomorrow. We will play for ever and I will never be alone again.  As I give her my hand I smile and I understand why there are so many maggots in this world.