like a book | within a book

There was this book unnamed when the journey began and all came in flying saucers with wings and turbo jets. First lesson learned: they do not travel alone.

With their legs uncovered, they hide behind the open door of a parked van. There are times when one looks back before moving on, as delights are meant to be remembered.

[Figuras de traço súbito, ostentam aquários invertidos ao cimo do corpo. A espécie de longo nariz em forma de bico de pato é ainda um fenómeno recente.]

And then there was light after a series of exercises towards The Great Flying Bell-O.