A Little Film Called Home! Poem by Luana Del Lobo

A little fairy
Wishes to grant my desires
She tells me:
- You want to enter the screen
Feel the characters with your fingers
Oscillate with the soundtrack
Have your own film!

I look at her
With her golden ears
Her crystal skin
Hair like sea waves
Tender smile and I reply:
- You may have the golden dust
Nevertheless you know nothing!
I don't want to have a film of my own
I want to be the film
That makes you wake up in the morning
Not fall asleep in the middle of the night
That warms when you're cold
That refreshes when you're hot
I want to be the black and white screen
That you can call Home!