Several paintings done as illustrations for a book about a horse who dreams about flying to the moon. It features several personifications of nature elements such as the Wave, the Cloud, and others.
"If I had a child; today, when the silence comes, I would lay him down and tell him a story. After he fell asleep, I would continue, because, while he was dreaming he could surely hear me.
Once upon a time there was a white horse, so white that everyone thought he had come from the moon. And the little horse, who had heard this from a young age, soon began to believe that he was really a moonlight creature that had fallen to the earth without knowing why."
Once upon a time there was a white horse, so white that everyone thought he had come from the moon. And the little horse, who had heard this from a young age, soon began to believe that he was really a moonlight creature that had fallen to the earth without knowing why."
"One day the little horse came to a beach and stared out at the sea.
- Sea, you who are so blue, bright and powerful, can you send a wave to the moon for me to return home?
The sea laughed and from its laughter huge waves rose, scattering across the sand, and the large stones became small pebbles.
No, I can't, my little horse. I am strong, of course, but I cannot reach the moon, and neither can you, unless you fly and for that you must be a bird.
That said it softened, became calm and quiet. The little horse looked out to the sea, and his beautiful eyes were lost in infinity. Then he rose his eyes into the sky hoping to see his house. "
- Sea, you who are so blue, bright and powerful, can you send a wave to the moon for me to return home?
The sea laughed and from its laughter huge waves rose, scattering across the sand, and the large stones became small pebbles.
No, I can't, my little horse. I am strong, of course, but I cannot reach the moon, and neither can you, unless you fly and for that you must be a bird.
That said it softened, became calm and quiet. The little horse looked out to the sea, and his beautiful eyes were lost in infinity. Then he rose his eyes into the sky hoping to see his house. "
Then the wind whistled in his ears and the horse awoke.
"Wind," he called, "you who are so strong, so powerful, carry me in your breath to the moon."
"My foolish horse," answered the wind, "not even when I am angry and I am hurricane, I go so far and neither do you, unless you have wings."
And the wind turned around, making the beach sand fly in all directions. The little horse stared at the shadow of the receding wind, pensive and dreamy.
"Wind," he called, "you who are so strong, so powerful, carry me in your breath to the moon."
"My foolish horse," answered the wind, "not even when I am angry and I am hurricane, I go so far and neither do you, unless you have wings."
And the wind turned around, making the beach sand fly in all directions. The little horse stared at the shadow of the receding wind, pensive and dreamy.
Suddenly a cloud covered him and the place became dark and cold.
"Cloud," called the little horse, "you who are so tall take me to the moon."
- You're silly, little horse. - and the cloud laughed, and laughed and fell apart. "You don't know that I'm not that tall and that I would never get there, and neither are you unless you have wings."
"Cloud," called the little horse, "you who are so tall take me to the moon."
- You're silly, little horse. - and the cloud laughed, and laughed and fell apart. "You don't know that I'm not that tall and that I would never get there, and neither are you unless you have wings."
"The little horse was alone. Hearing a piercing scream, he looked around.
"Seagull, seagull, lend me your wings, please, I'm from the moon and I have to go back there."
-And I? How do I live? asked the seagull. - Without wings I die, I can not fly.
"Then take me to the moon, please?"
-Oh, my little one, I have no strength, no bird there could take you.
"So I can't go to the moon, can't I see my house?"
-No, you can't little horse. You are from the earth. said the seagull at last."
"Seagull, seagull, lend me your wings, please, I'm from the moon and I have to go back there."
-And I? How do I live? asked the seagull. - Without wings I die, I can not fly.
"Then take me to the moon, please?"
-Oh, my little one, I have no strength, no bird there could take you.
"So I can't go to the moon, can't I see my house?"
-No, you can't little horse. You are from the earth. said the seagull at last."
A lot of people would have ended the story here… The seagull's light brush of wings woke the horse from its sadness.
"Look," said the seagull. "I'm old and maybe I don't need my wings as much, take them for a while, but come back, come back to tell me how it went, and come back because otherwise I'll die."
The horse hesitated, but eagerly accepted the wings and flew to the moon.
"Look," said the seagull. "I'm old and maybe I don't need my wings as much, take them for a while, but come back, come back to tell me how it went, and come back because otherwise I'll die."
The horse hesitated, but eagerly accepted the wings and flew to the moon.
"When he arrived, tired and passing out, he stopped near a silver stream.
"Stream," he said, "do you know where my parents live?" Where is my house?
"Little horse, no one is born on the moon, but there is always a time when we wish we were born here, when we want to come see her, when we think we find our home here."
So I'm not from here?
-Yes, my little one, of course you are, if you came here, if you were able to fly here, it is because you are from here. The moon is the dream, the ability to fly, the desire to leave the earth, to be able to achieve something one wants.
- And now? Will I have to go back to earth?
"Sure, little horse, but don't be scared." If you once dreamed, you will always be able to dream and the dreamer has hope, has life and never dies. Come back, little horse, and come whenever you want and never forget the way.
The little horse left the stream and flew to the Earth. "
"Stream," he said, "do you know where my parents live?" Where is my house?
"Little horse, no one is born on the moon, but there is always a time when we wish we were born here, when we want to come see her, when we think we find our home here."
So I'm not from here?
-Yes, my little one, of course you are, if you came here, if you were able to fly here, it is because you are from here. The moon is the dream, the ability to fly, the desire to leave the earth, to be able to achieve something one wants.
- And now? Will I have to go back to earth?
"Sure, little horse, but don't be scared." If you once dreamed, you will always be able to dream and the dreamer has hope, has life and never dies. Come back, little horse, and come whenever you want and never forget the way.
The little horse left the stream and flew to the Earth. "
"Seagull, seagull," he shouted, "I went to the moon, I talked to the silver stream, he said the moon was the dream and if we want to go there, we can go whenever we want."
-I know, little one, I know!
Do you know?
- Of course, I already went there.
"But you said you couldn't take me there."
"Of course not, little horse, because you needed to go alone!"
- But the wings? repeated the dazed little horse.
"I never left the wings, I lent you something that doesn't exist because you needed confidence, that's what I gave you." - and it started to fly…
-I know, little one, I know!
Do you know?
- Of course, I already went there.
"But you said you couldn't take me there."
"Of course not, little horse, because you needed to go alone!"
- But the wings? repeated the dazed little horse.
"I never left the wings, I lent you something that doesn't exist because you needed confidence, that's what I gave you." - and it started to fly…
- Seagull, where are you going?
"I have to lend my wings to others."
- And I? asked the little horse.
- What did the Stream tell you?
- To not stop dreaming. - he answered.
"Go, little one, and look, teach others to dream and visit the moon."
The little horse whinnied and raced off the beach…
"I have to lend my wings to others."
- And I? asked the little horse.
- What did the Stream tell you?
- To not stop dreaming. - he answered.
"Go, little one, and look, teach others to dream and visit the moon."
The little horse whinnied and raced off the beach…
-Mom…
-Yes!?
-The white horse is in the window!
"I know, son, who knows if he doesn't come to teach you to dream."
-And I will learn?
"Of course, and you will dream whenever you want, my son, whenever you want."
This is not how they told me the story However, on the beach, many years ago, I met the seagull and she taught me to dream. Maybe I was, at that time, the white horse.
-Yes!?
-The white horse is in the window!
"I know, son, who knows if he doesn't come to teach you to dream."
-And I will learn?
"Of course, and you will dream whenever you want, my son, whenever you want."
This is not how they told me the story However, on the beach, many years ago, I met the seagull and she taught me to dream. Maybe I was, at that time, the white horse.
