Translated…
She’d turned around, and her dad was, gone. The raucous zoo, all of a sudden, became the darkness that overcame the nights, and, it seemed, that the only one walking there, was lonely.
not my photograph…
And so, the girl dodged the stares of the cold, dark nights, ran to the animals, the whispers in the ears, the bugle sounding for freedom had called on, lifting her head toward the starry night skies, then, she can realize, that the city in the skies are, marching toward this place.
Not long thereafter, the moon saw, that the little girl, soar, with all the animals in her childhood, escaped from that cage of time, getting lost, in the unknown galaxies, lost for good now. And, never turning back too.
not my photo still…
And so, that, is what happens, after the innocence of the childhood years are lost, they’re gone, for good, and, chances will be, that you won’t, find that back again, because you don’t even know where you’d lost that in the first place, and, if you don’t even recall where you’d lost something, how would you know where to go, to find it again???
Life, the Obstacle Course 