The little dragon didn't seem bothered by my presence. Although it was just late afternoon, he was already sleeping, so calmly that from his face just nice dreams could be perceived. What would those closed eyes see now? Just a moment later I realized that it was not my right to continue guessing the places he visited and the stories his unconsciousness was weaving. I was just a passerby, without the intention to become an intruder. My conscience asked me to be quiet.
And even if I would be someone who doesn't care about the wellbeing of the little dragon I met, I should not wake it up as his caring Mother Dragon had her eyes on the little one. Who would dare to go closer?
She was admirable and beautiful, standing out on the blue door that would take us to... Well, I don't know where would it take us. To the home of an ordinary person? To a lair where more fierce dragons would live? To someone who was creative to decorate the facade of his/her house with painted pebbles?
But let's assume that it was the house of a mythical being, a beautiful fairy. She was sitting on the top of a mushroom and talked to a green frog who had transparent wings, offering her a flower. Her wings were seemingly fragile, though she knew very well how to fly on the breeze of imagination.
On both sides of the entrance, there were messages left to enlighten the moments spent in front of this house. They were written in different languages, but mostly in Spanish. On the left side, we could read these words, written on painted stones.
And on the right side, more painted stones with words and greetings could be found. Oh, I know, I had to see first this one, where the owner of this house- whoever it is, greets us. Hello.
I have always liked pebbles, those that cover the beach of the town where I live. Not that I like to walk on them, though one can get used to it, they say it is healthy... but I like those pebbles and stones as a material to use for creativity. I have played in my mind with the idea to paint those little pebbles and draw on them, mandala kind of things, or little flowers, shapes, or similar. Or writing short messages on them and later leaving those same painted stones in places, not so obvious places but a bit hidden spots in the streets. Curious people to find them. I still didn't do anything with that idea... maybe I realized that I don't draw well. But still, some nice messages can make someone happy on a dull day.
Even short words can make someone feel better. How the world would be without the words like these? Much poorer, though there are hundreds of different ways to express them. Anyway, the mystical creature, as we assumed it is her home, decided to paint the stones and give them as a present to the passers-by.
For those who absorbed all these messages and words that they wanted to pick, a goodbye greeting was also available.
A lot of other stones were also painted and not just bringing words and messages. There were plenty of faces, funny faces. Of different colours. All around on the top of the concrete fence, there were eyes looking at us. Little monsters, blue, red, orange, yellow, green, purple, and pink ones.
Oh, I saw one that was angry. Can you spot it?
Ghosts also arrived at the silent party. Friendly ghosts, but as it was just afternoon I don't know if would I be scared in the dark night seeing them... Probably not, they were way too friendly guys ;)
A super cute pink monster with one eye and his nose was heart-shaped 😍
How one could invent and paint all these sweet stones faces? A lot of creativity and patience were needed to decorate the fence and the entrance of this house.
One day, if I become a mystical creature, having wings, long ears and more creativity, I will maybe paint the pebbles too, as I planned. The idea that is placed on pause could move to the next phase, a bit closer to realisation.
I think I would be able to make some flowers or butterflies, something similar to those on the wall of the same house where these messages and funny faces can be found.
Until then - becoming that fairy - I should keep silent not to wake up the little dreaming dragon and just visualise in my mind the colours, shapes and letters that would come.
