(the most beautiful book i have ever read)

p. 41 - 44

I hope some day i can fly there with a hot air balloon, and meet Lord Cigogne... and have a house built and have my own zubial... Oh! Let me believe this is not only a story... Let me believe that the island is somewhere lost in Oceania... further than New Caledonia... Let me believe love is still a part of this world...

Dear diary,

Today, for the first time in a long time, i wore my nightgown all day long. Because it rained a lot last night and kept my little eyes open by the windowstill. My sleepy mind travelled to Greenland on cotton clouds. I jumped on a melting iceberg and met a sad polar bear sailing away from home. Lonely Nanook would make my heart cry, waiting for a sailor to rescue us, waiting for the cold, but they'll never come back.

"Lay on your back Noura." Says the Bear
"Lay on your back, and watch for the Perseids. Let them grab your heart, Noura. Let them take us to Pluto, where all the abandonned souls meet. And if you cry, Noura, if you cry, you will turn into a falling star."


Then the north wind blew on my window, calling winter and foggy mornings, i will hide under my scarf and hide my hands in my pockets, hold my little treasures, little nanook, thimble and chestnut.

I grew up with your sunshine on my ankles. Your radiant beam upon me.
Your shining infinite love.

My heart beats with their songs

Dear diary,

Music was like being swallowed by the Universe, and drums and heart beats, bright lights and glittery dust. It was a lonely night but Cleo was here, so everything was fine, in the end.

i was wearing white lace and the skies were purple, there were flowers in my curly hair. and there she stood in front of me. she appeared from behind the carousel, her dark hair and cherry lips in the middle of the crowd. little beluga lost in a whirpool. i closed my eyes. too scared to open them and not see her anymore. too scared to realize that she was just my mind fooling me once more. i closed my eyes. and drops of rain fell on my cheeks. and her sweet cherry blossom perfume.
oh little crying beluga.
i wont open my eyes.

i know.
i know.
you now lay below my feet.

when i was a little girl,
i stayed a little while with my aunt Violet.
in the very pretty log house
in the mountains, in the woods.
at sunset we would take long walks,
at the top of the hills we would watch the sun say good night
and pick wild berries that would paint our lips.
my best friend then had white dots and skinny legs
long ears and very deep eyes.

and then came the day i had to leave the pretty house
the mountains and the forest
the sunsets and the blackberries
white dots and skinny legs.

starbuck died soon after his little mama left for the city

i believe starbuck never left me
sometimes at night
when everyone shall sleep
and when you shall think i am dreaming
of sailors and treasures
(i am truly in the mountains no longer with a fawn
but with a strong and powerful deer)