I have to cry all my red tears

I have to cry all my red tears


She took off the mask.
‘The truth is I have to cry all my tears,’ she said.
‘Even if you call me Spring.’

Once upon a time there was a girl

Once upon a time there was a girl


Once upon a time there was a girl called Spring.
She was hidden behind a mask, made ​​of gray and rain.

The imaginative substance

The imaginative substance


‘You do not chop off a section of your imaginative substance
and make a book specifically for children,
for — if you are honest — you have no idea
where childhood ends and maturity begins.
It is all endless and all one.’

P.L. Travers