This is his story of building nest up high in a dark cave, his own favourite place.
The most secret place.
Today, there is some light inside the cave.
This sparrow is happy.
With the utmost happiness, it f l ies towards the light, d ancing, and dancing, and dancing, and dancing.
He dances.
Hes happy.
He builds up a nest, almost lika a house, with a mannequin so beautiful, almost like a human, he shed his tear looking at his dream house, he wipes his tears and it fell a bit on his moustache.
He wipes it all off.
He keeps on building nest, believing that one day t hat the mannequin will become a ref lection of that folk story, the Pinnochio.
That day,
He felt cheated by this mannequin.
It disappeared. Out, in the thin air.
This man soon takes his anger upon his house, burn it to the ground.
Didnt care what was, will and soon to happen. The next day,
he found a note, among the burnt charcoal he once called home.
Its from the mannequin. She said.
You say that this is a story of a swallow. What happen to it
And soon he realizes it is just him.
Beneath the burned rubbles of a place he once called home.
